For Sunday Scribblings:
Beauty is as simple as the sunrise turning the lake mists purple.
Beauty is as complex as the compassion of the old mama cat when she curls up next to the orphaned pup, her steady purr silencing his cries.
Beauty is an unexpected gift: his clear-eyed gaze breaking through that baffled baby stare, like headlamps cutting through fog — the man he used to be, returning after months away.
Beauty feels like homecoming, imparts that same inner glow.
Hold tight to those moments. Beauty never lingers long.
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