Whenever I see a beautiful feather pattern that appears rarely, I feel as if a phoenix landed on a world of minus 20 degrees Celsius. The beauty of nature untouched by human hands quietly strikes deep into our hearts, reminding us of our awe of nature, confirming our smallness and the grandness of the universe. I am grateful for the fragile art of the sunrise until it melts away and is reflected on the canvas, a work of art that is always precious, a work of grace, a work of art that may touch your heartstrings.