11-year-old Heather is arrestingly beautiful.
She is also unusually perceptive.
Her mother is dark vermillion.
Her aunt coral blue.
Her uncle yellow and black
Like the dead cat in the ditch after the rain.
She speaks aloud to her dead father, the moon, the sun, and the stars.
The trees, the fields, the birds.
And the river.
To present the notion that the world surrounding us is much deeper, more complex, far more beautiful than can be immediately perceived. It takes someone like Heather diagnosed with Autism but with the gift of exceptional perception to see all the color, the nuanced shadowing, both externally to us as well as within us.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour
William Blake, Auguries of Innocence, 1803