Such a twisty, coily question, but I’m up for the challenge! And isn’t beauty itself sort of convoluted? I think so…
I find beauty in the tiniest details.
Whether it’s in those moments when I stand around in a very small group and marvel at the gorgeous energy they emit from a lively conversation. I’m perfectly content to watch, to quietly observe. I’m not much for talking a lot but I love to listen, preferring the beauty of others’ words.
Lately, in digging around the blogosphere, I’ve often found beauty in the things I’ve read and the one-on-one conversations I’ve had, which I’ve found much more enjoyable than the larger debate-type settings. The super long posts or the shortest posts….makes no difference, I enjoy them all.
Beauty can also be the light in someone’s eyes…someone whom society at large might not consider beautiful by its limited measuring stick. And, I’ve often found that it’s a light they aren’t even aware they have. I’ve heard it called a twinkle before but it can be a smile.
A smile in your eyes? Beautiful!
It doesn’t matter the source, really, I believe there is at least a trace of beauty in everyone, every thing (even the ugliest thing in nature), and every act of grace (like those small forgivenesses of cancelled engagements).
There is even beauty in sorrow and there is the tiniest hint of sorrow in certain beauty because there is some beauty you know you’ll never possess.
Last, but not least, I find beauty in me. Not being conceited.
Thank you for reading my rambles. 🙂 ❤️