Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases;
it will never pass into nothingness. - John Keats

I was walking along today, actually it was more like storming, down the riverbank, when a revelation hit me, as though I'd run into a brick wall and I actually staggered backwards at what it implied. You see, my thoughts had been far from happy. (If you hadn't gathered that already from the 'storming' part) Thinking about moving and people I know. It was at dusk and rather cold so no one was out and I could let my face pull all sorts of interesting expressions. I was just on the verge of crying when I remembered that God (By the way, I'm a Christian!) had said he would always be there whenever we need Him. So I prayed, 'Please help me, cause I can't do this anymore!' The words were still echoing in my head when, as soft as a summer's breeze, I heard some more.

"There is beauty in everything."

Which was accompanied by a nice fuzzy feeling. God had answer my prayer! And fast too. With a lighter heart and feet, I continued on my way.

Here are some pictures of beautiful objects that I have taken over time.
Cherry blossoms and winters snow.Light.




Even street lights have some beautiful, if not strange, quality about them.





I took this one today, at the end of my walk.