The day hasn't been juiced yet; I haven't done the work of extraction to find the thing.
So I'm driving home down the same old road, and out of the corner of my eye I see a rich reddish and pinkish (which one?) tree set against another blue sky.
I pull over, stand in the middle of the street, and snap some photos. Maybe it's the contrast of blue against pinkish redish. Maybe it's the way the mid-morning sun encloses it.
Maybe it's just that I love blossoms in Spring.
I don't know why, and I don't know how, but this tree is beautiful. I know because I step outside of the ordinary when I'm beneath it.
I don't know why for sure, but I like the mystery of the feeling.
Did you find your beautiful thing today?