There are some things in this life that I think are just beautiful:
Fall.
The piano/ a pianist.
Norah Jones.
The symmetry of those five-point leaves.
The French language.
Dark eyes.
Arcs.
Words and speech.
Les Misérables.
Audrey Hepburn.
The acoustic guitar.
Big eyes.
CS Lewis, Jane Austen.
The human voice, all styles.
Dew beads on a fallen leaf.
Ballerinas.
Boys that stack chairs and, as Melissa’s mom says, “take the ugly girl to church.”
Little Women.
My mom.
Choirs.
Body language.
Sun illuminating a snowy mountain.
“When You Come Back Down” by Nickel Creek.
Rosy cheeks.
Pregnant women.
Pride and Prejudice.
Bright eyes.
Dissonance in a chord.
Big smiles.