There are some things in this life that I think are just beautiful:
The piano/ a pianist.
The symmetry of those five-point leaves.
The French language.
Words and speech.
The acoustic guitar.
CS Lewis, Jane Austen.
The human voice, all styles.
Dew beads on a fallen leaf.
Boys that stack chairs and, as Melissa’s mom says, “take the ugly girl to church.”
Sun illuminating a snowy mountain.
“When You Come Back Down” by Nickel Creek.
Pride and Prejudice.
Dissonance in a chord.