Walking one afternoon in the cold, locked-down and lonely world of last Christmas, a flash of red caught my eye. Thinking it was a cardinal, I readied my camera and searched the bare branches of a nearby tree. No bird was in sight, but rather a bright red ball hanging all by itself, striking in its contrast to the muted background colours of winter. It seemed to be lit from within, and upon zooming in to focus, I saw that the setting sun was being reflected gloriously. A small miracle, in the midst of all that was, or was not, going on.