Take the water, for example, pouring into under the little wooden footbridge at Lake Cheston's beach. Every day, I walk over this bridge. Every day, I see this water. Every day, I stop on the bridge to look more closely at that water. But today, I saw something strange: the water became marble and light reflected off its surface, and I saw the deep mottled marble and metallic glint of Bernini's Cornaro Chapel in Rome.
Here, let me show you what I saw with my eyes.