For well over a year now, I have been passing by Grimshaw Lake and waiting, waiting, waiting for the water to be like glass reflecting Tecopa Peak in the distance. Theoretically, it happens more than I've seen, but every time I've been by, there's always been just enough of a breeze (even a mere wisp) that no "mirror" is seen. Today, while driving, I saw it, immediately stopped the car and ran down to the water to get a better shot. In the mere moments between parking and arriving at water's edge, that pesky, wispy wind softened the surface. Sigh ... I snapped some lovely shots and planned to return later. Well into my walk back to the car, I glanced over the water yet again and my heart jumped. There was that beautiful mirror! Though overcast and gloomy, the golden browns still shone with color and framed the mirror perfectly. I know I'll have other shots of this scene, in better light, but this gentle scene is a treasure to me ... as a reminder of how - every day - the light and the wind changes and what is hidden comes forth. Much like life.