Beautiful Simplicity

I find beauty in the simplest of things.

The pile of freshly folded laundry on my mother's chair, the way the sun bounces off the desk on which my work is sitting. The glow of the computer in the middle of the night, as I type away on an unfinished essay. The water as it swirls down the drain, and the surprise of unexpected phone call or text.

The sound of paper shuffling or of fingers tapping away at a keyboard. The muffled sound of the television while my father catches up on the news.The padding of my dogs paws as she runs toward something that catches her eye. The scratch of a pencil on paper in a silent room.

The scents of oil pastels and paint. The smell of freshly cut wood takes me back to my carefree days I spent in woodworking at camp. The aroma of damp earth after a morning rain.The crisp air that shows winter for the first time. Even the sweat after a run seems pretty in its own way; it proves that I have accomplished something.

I wonder what everyone else finds beautiful