Beauty is friendship, new and old, near and far.
Beauty is climbing high in the sky and finding a new perspective. A sunrise from the air is a whole other kind of beauty from one on the ground.
Beauty is rich, heavy air pressed on my skin. The smell of salt, the kiss of a breeze, the lulling of waves.
My week has been full of movement and change, questions and goodbyes, weary and excitement. Beauty has been there too, overshadowing moments with a song, turning my eyes in thanks to the Giver. Where have you found beauty this week?