Seeing Beauty
Well, the prize went to the early morning riser today in my neck of the woods. There’s a nice cloud cover with just enough space for the morning sun to peek out beneath it and light things up. Golds, purples, reds, blues. You name ’em. The colors were there on the clouds, shifting and changing as the morning progressed, and I got tired of taking pictures.
I wonder sometimes what the world would be like if everyone got up early and went out and looked at the sunrise and saw the wonder of it all. Surely, hearts would soften to let kindness prevail. How could they not, in the face of the beauty and majesty of an early morning sun on the clouds of a soft, cool morning? It takes my breath away, and makes me say wow underneath it.
Even when I turned to look at the western sky over the stand of oaks in my front yard, I could see hints of the same colors. They even bounced lightly off the plants in the gardens beneath the big trees. Bucolic and pastoral spring to mind when describing that scene. Maybe you have to be trained to see it, taught, as a child, where beauty lies. Or maybe it’s innate, something you’re born to. Although, I hope not. It would be nice to think that anyone could learn to see beauty, and feel its wonder touch their soul.