I always hear about “divine timing” but sometimes The Divine works through our eyes. Today was my son’s class Halloween party. I wasn’t going to go, but then at the last minute decided I would go. So I drove to the school and spent time in my son’s class and we had a great time and the party was fun. When the bell rang, my son and I took our time leaving school. On the drive home, in the fresh autumn air and waning afternoon sunshine, I noticed a woman walking along the sidewalk near our house. I was driving, but I took a mental picture of her as I drove by. Visually, for me, time sort of stopped. The sun was on her, and shadows from leafless trees were dancing on her back. I noticed she wore denim and had white hair. I especially noticed the light on her hair. She limped a little. She was walking at a quick pace but with some effort. And that was that, a mental picture for me that would get stored away in my artist brain, I guess. I take mental pictures all the time, so I thought nothing of it, although there was a quality to it I cannot describe this time. We were home less than a few minutes later and the phone rang. It was a local police bulletin announcing that an older woman with dementia had last been seen at 10:00 a.m. up on the Post Road. She was wearing denim. I thought of the woman I had just seen and taken a mental picture of, and from where the missing woman was last seen, it was a very, very long way away. Since it sounded like the police were describing the woman I had just taken a mental picture of while driving, I thought “If the person I saw is this missing person, no wonder she was limping, she’s walked several miles to be all the way over here”. I immediately called the police and asked if this woman they were looking for had white hair and they said yes. I told them where I had just seen her. Within ten minutes I was called again by the police and they told me fantastic news! The woman I had seen and reported seeing was the missing person they had been looking for! I was gushingly thrilled and started whooping and hollering. I felt like I had just won the lottery! Something great had happened, and I didn’t have to do anything but notice a person while driving home. I am very visual, being a figurative artist, but if you had asked me to describe all the walkers, bikers, joggers I had passed on the road on the way home, I might not be able to tell you too much. For some reason, I knew exactly what this woman looked like (from behind at least) and the timing was not only divine in this case, it was a visual blessing. Something more extraordinary had happened, because while I took visual note of a person walking, I felt compelled to really register her for some reason, all very quickly as we drove by her. I am pretty sure the policeman on the phone thought I was the oddest lady he’d talked to in a while, the way I was celebrating with shouts of glee. But all I could think was how the system worked, the woman was found safely well before nightfall, and what a great gift it was! I would be distraught had it been my own mother. So, I say thanks to the Westport Police, and thanks to whatever angel came through to us today, Vision Angels who work through the sunlight and shadows on a busy street.