To experience beauty

[qarylla]

As I was walking down Summer Street, treking to work this morning there were the lightest of flurries whipping through the air. In the dim early-morning light, the miniscule flakes glinted and shimmered, less like snow than like diamond dust or angry faeries darting here and there.

Now the faeries are everywhere, and I can see them buffeting against the building as I go and pick up (and return) books to be filed.

It's a glorious day.

Comments

[greenlily.livejournal.com]

This is a nice vision. Thanks for sharing! (by the time I woke up, the faeries were long gone, but at least the sun was out.)