Imagination I…spy…something glimmering in the distance. Dangling upon the greenest blade of...

ImaginationI…spy…something glimmering in the distance. Dangling upon the

greenest blade of grass in my backyard.

What could it be? My six-year old self

ponders.

A diamond pierced into the Earth’s ear?

A fairy dancing on a soft, verdant proscenium stage?

I hope that the glimmer is the latter—a magical being. I would much rather see a fairy since everyone has at some time seen a diamond; but no one has ever seen a

fairy, I reason.

But I do not walk over for a close-up view. I decide that I would rather just

imagine what that glimmer might be.

After about five minutes of gazing, my curiosity gets the best of me. I skip to the glimmer in questionand carefully observe it.

Alas, I discover that it is not a fairy, nor is it even a diamond. It is a drop of morning dew taking a rest on the blade of grass

But the magic is not gone.

Instead of mourning the loss of the fairy, I sit down and admire the beauty of the dewdrop. I conclude that this dewdrop was given to me by Mother Earth herself. And that this dew drop is no ordinary dewdrop; it is a crystal ball which lets me see what no one else can.

It lets me see my own world

of imagination

a revelation essay by Tomiko, a former student