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