The front door has a scene of a meadow surrounded by trees with one lone butterfly flitting above the grass.  In the middle of the room is a large low work table strewn with scraps of lead and angular pieces of glass in colorful disarray.  The room itself seems like an old wood mountain cabin and is partitioned with hundreds of glass pictures set in door like wooden frames.  The air is alive with color from the lights and the sun filtering through the skylights.  There are a multitude of the rainbow colored pictures: children in a playground, a unicorn, a stag in the forest, all painting their colored pictures wherever the light would have them.  I have the feeling that I'm looking through a picture book kaleidoscope.  Engrossed and enraptured I await the proprietors return.