Category: Fiction

Sometimes the beauty we see through closed eyes endures the longest.

Beauty is the gift, the piano in the woods, the way the cat licks his nose when you kiss it; the racket, the dance, the sky undeserved, the fur on the underbelly of nothing.

Beauty can be an elusive commodity and not apparent on first sighting. Often we could benefit from a set of standards or even clues for detecting the alluring charms of Beauty in a work of art, a musical piece or loyal partner.

It is a whole experience, because it’s more than just what we see, or touch, hear, or comprehend, it’s all of that plus the feeling of wholeness, awe, gratefulness, even melancholy that our senses give us.

It can be soft and gentle. It can be bright and bold. It can evoke a smile, joy, a sense of wonder, or even a touch of melancholy as you watch the fleeting moment of a cherry blossom falling. Beauty captures the heart.