Driving around on my errands today, I was looking
in my rearview mirror, and I saw the mist curling over the mountains, putting
out tendrils like hands and shrouding the gray-blue slopes with white. I thought, I am so lucky to live in a place
where, even on a day like this, where the rain is indecisive and the air is
thick with moisture, there is still beauty.
But
then I started to think about it.
Really, is there any place on earth that does not have beauty of its own?
The desert, where earth is stripped bare and
its essential colors shown, and life is rare and precious. The ocean, where the water becomes white foam
on the shore and darkens the sand to a silvery gleam. The forest, where the sunlight turns the
trees into emeralds and gold, and the leaves coat the ground in a carpet of
renewing life. Even the city, with its
lights and colors, and the sunlight on the glass and steel.
It
really is true, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. The trick of seeing beauty around us is to be
a beholder, to be someone who is looking for beauty. If you don’t ever look up, if you always keep
your eyes on the ground, you will see nothing but mud, nothing but concrete,
nothing but the scuffs on your toes. But
if you look up, then the sky is always there, and the world is beautiful, and
we are all lucky to live here.
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