There it is — right there on my forehead — my big idea.

It’s not just good, just great, or just grand. It’s a curiosity, an enigma, and a spine tingling expectation that both challenges and defies me to put its singular beauty and peculiar qualities into words without bungling it up.

Such is the description-elusive wonder of any birth, I suppose.

There it is. I can see it. It’s touching me like nothing ever has. A worthy scribe could capture its fleeting glory before it flutters away. As for me — well, sometimes I just marvel at it and wish I had a butterfly net.

Thanks for this awesome picture, Lola.