beauty around

we’re always surrounded by art, i realized this as a child walking through the massachusetts city’s. i remember seeing your everyday buildings with the beautiful moonlight and being in awe- how could we forget something so simple yet beautiful exists all around us? as a teenager i took photographs of buildings- cars and the heavens above. i never totally understood how others couldn’t- how you could see something so beautiful and simple and not be in complete awe? i remember hearing people say “she’s taking another photograph of the same sky!” and feeling a bit sorry for them- that they couldn’t view something so treasurable and beautiful as me. i felt sorry they lacked the volume in there souls to admire the soil we walk on. the simplicity of it all, how could one’s soul never yearn for a deeper meaning in life? how could the poets forget something so simple around them? the grocery store owned by your neighbor- the park near your house. if you look for it deep enough the beauty is always there surrounding you in a shield of emotions and empathy, how could someone never yearn for more of the beauty around them?