My family loved kaleidoscopes:  stained-glass windows at the end of a tunnel, subtly changing with every turn.  When an especially wonderful pattern appeared, we’d carry the tube to another family member to see.  I remember the suspense—balancing the tube and listening intensely to hear any movement.  It was so difficult to pass the kaleidoscope without shaking the pieces inside—you never knew if the other person was seeing exactly what you had seen.  And by the time they passed it back to you to check…well, you were taking even more chances.

You find a thing of beauty, something interesting, and you try to show it to someone else.  But it’s tricky business.  Sometimes your hands shake.  Sometimes they miss the handoff.  But some things are too good not to share.