Beauty

Beauty is the man at the downtown track at the station, playing steel drums. Beauty is the eleven year old playing with her friends and the thirteen year old talking to her boyfriend. Beauty is the thunderstorms that erupt on summer afternoons, and beauty is the warm dry house to escape to and wonder. Beauty is the inside joke shared between two, beauty is the inside joke shared between six. Beauty is the secret plan whispered in the cold. Beauty is coming out of the train at 7 PM, and the sun is just setting. Beauty is fog over the bridge at nine. These things are beautiful not because they have a material appearance that is pleasing to the eye, but because they have a meaning and feeling that is true of life, and that is beautiful.