Ahh... Its a beautiful Friday morning in Lynchburg, Va. Well, beautiful to me anyway. It is cold and drizzly. But as I was standing outside in the quiet, I noticed a growing pleasure rising up inside of me. I could hear the soft drip, drop and clip, clopping of raindrops as they splashed onto the driveway. I could hear them plopping as they created little rings on the surface of puddles.
Looking above me I could see little orbs dangling from bare tree branches, with glimmers of light blasting through them, grabbing my attention again and again. Looking at the windshield of my car I beheld the many beads standing still, until one by one they became too heavy and slid down, ever so slowly, creating abstract "streaks" as they plummeted.
It was quiet and loud at the same time. Nothing seemed to be happening, but the sound of shifting branches, the sound of a gentle breeze, and the sound of ticking raindrops pummeled my ears the more I listened. I don't know what you consider beauty, but to me, that is pretty freakin' awesome!
Looking above me I could see little orbs dangling from bare tree branches, with glimmers of light blasting through them, grabbing my attention again and again. Looking at the windshield of my car I beheld the many beads standing still, until one by one they became too heavy and slid down, ever so slowly, creating abstract "streaks" as they plummeted.
It was quiet and loud at the same time. Nothing seemed to be happening, but the sound of shifting branches, the sound of a gentle breeze, and the sound of ticking raindrops pummeled my ears the more I listened. I don't know what you consider beauty, but to me, that is pretty freakin' awesome!