Every day, she is humbled by the beauty of the world surrounding her.
The colour of flowers blooming for the first time; the lilt of someone’s voice as they excitedly point it out, and the distant drill of a woodpecker that provides the background.
Every day, she is horrified by the efforts some of her fellow citizens to create a world that is ugly and hateful.
Not for long though, as the beauty keeps breaking through.
The dance of light on a hillside as the sun rises; the shadows cast by trees still surprised by their own leafless-ness; the crimson sky announcing that the evening has arrived.
The first star.
The second, the third.
Each one more certain.
The moon - maybe waxing, maybe waning but offering reflected light from a hidden sun greeting a new day, elsewhere.
The buzz of a solitary bee the next morning, the first drop of rain as it touches her skin.
She smiles.
And then she dances.
Her hair flies about her like the ocean’s waves.
Her heart beats a little faster, her pulse quickens.
Her eyes sparkle.
She looks about her, and smiles again.
And again.
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