Today I remembered.
What it was like to see beauty.
Not in others,
But in the world around me.
I stood in front of a tree.
The wind was cold.
The air was sheer.
My lungs welcomed it.
I looked up,
And I saw beauty.
And I studied the tree.
For a good amount of time.
Something as simple as this,
Why does it shock me to the core?
I don't remember the last picture.
But this is a good start.
Maybe I should pick up the camera again.
