I see beauty in...
A middle aged man, "working class" clothes; simple, plain, a little
dirty, functional. He is sitting sprawled in a seat, hands folded over
his lap. He has a cardboard box sitting on the ground between his
legs, and a handlebar mustache. My instinct when I see this: words like
Simple
Earnest
Uncomplicated
Peace.
I see beauty in...
A girl. She sits hunched over a notebook, writing with a focused mind.
Her hair, not quite shoulder legnth, falls down from her head over her
face as she writes. She stops, looks around inquisitively, puts the
book away and starts people-watching. She is niether eye-catchingly
pretty or ugly. She just sits there, unnoticed. What is she thinking
about? I look at her face and body language and create a personality
for her. She is no longer herself, she is a construct of my mind now.
It falls, I step back. I dont want that. I just want to observe and be
curious. She's writing again. She is beautiful. And by that I mean the
Potential in her at this stage to be anything is beautiful.
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