A Slight Change of Perspective

I once found a dead Anna’s hummingbird in our garden. As I picked it up I thought the head was brown, but as I turned it in the sunlight, it became breath-taking; an iridescent mixture of fuchsia, purple and green. The beauty was invisible until I made ever so tiny turn of my hand. 
There are so many lessons there, including – on the rewards of changing your point of view, even slightly.