Through view of lens, she found her joy again—two smiles and spirits in summer day in age of imagination and play.
Through the lens, greater world blocked away, and she saw only the smiles and happiness of their little world made in closeness and share of surroundings as lived and perceived.
“Look cool,” she told them as they paused from adventure and play to leave mark of memory to film.
It was a silly face, at least for her regard and idea of “cool,” but in it, she saw sign of a deeper love, often missed, but seen in the focus and thought through lens.
It was the face she made, unknowing and unintending when pensive: in own depth of mind and thoughts. As magic pool showing image of future and pasts, she saw herself in the little faces—from age and years ago.
Like the face, though she never thought or considered herself so—little faces and little souls saw both of them as “cool.”
Such is a way of love, one adores and values in another what they themselves don’t always see but love’s reflection brings to light.
A warmth in hearts spread into smile over lips from behind the lens.
Seeing, little faces mirrored same, returned reflections of the beam.
She put the lens away and, quiet miracle, greater world took form to the little they had made.
Sun in bright, imagination and play, they lived in the world and moment unhiding of their joy.