I don’t know what she was looking at in the moment this was shot. I glanced in that direction, but saw nothing remarkable. It didn’t matter though, because young children experience everything so consummately that all I really needed to do was watch and listen to the story her body told. Reaching all the way to the ends of her fingertips a poetic interpretation of the wondrousness of being present was abundantly communicated.
I didn’t need to see what it was she saw to experience it, I could feel it through her body’s rendition.