While I was visiting at a friend's in Princeton, Massachusetts on one of those rain and sun days we had so many of in July, I paused, for I don’t know how long, on the top of the landing because something subtly pulsing at the window caught my eye. I was struck by the effervescent, cascading force the image of the Willow branches projected through the window into the quiet of the upstairs hall. I thought, what a magical spot I have found myself in.