A dead tree.
A cold misty morning.
Find the beauty in your day. It’s there if you look.
A reflection. A spinning leaf. Patterns.
It’s been a hard month this month. Death. Grief.
A friends husband. Another friends young son.
My beautiful handbag handmade by my husband. (And wallet and housekeys).
If there’s beauty out there I’m taking it, because sometimes you forget, sometimes you can hardly see it, sometimes, you can’t believe it still exists.
But it does my friend. Seek it. It may not make things better, it may not bring back loved ones. But it makes things that little bit more bearable. Let it give you strength that one day, more beauty will be visible.