How do I explain why I feel the way I feel about the every day beauty I see? I found myself floored last weekend, when I realised what was meaningful and interesting to me, was as humdrum and as boring as it could get for someone else. No matter the enthusiasm I pushed into my words, it all fell flat.
But don’t you see – the telephone number is only five digits!
But don’t you see – the signage is of a dying breed!
But.. they don’t see.
It’s all right, I guess. More beauty for me, as my heart lightens.