THE DISCOVERY OF A SURPRISED BEAUTY

Sometimes, walking, you find things that are left by others — discrete gestures to beauty.

They are not intended for all, but for the few — that might be looking. I leave things out — a stack of bones, a scrap of old paper with a mapping stroke on it; words, in worlds, left somewhere to be discovered. A talisman, for someone to discover.

Little discretions of beauty, I’d call them.

Walking, out there, the windbound way, I found this — just there, hidden, tucked into the edged bark, some roughened tree, awaiting the next storms. Round, the wind blows — yet the little painting holds firm, resolute in its disposition. Place, found

And that little contrasting touch, I had to think about it for a little bit. Beauty, placed — a striking contrast.

Beauty, placed — and there you are, “didn’t you discover this too?”

I was thinking so.

T | amidst the rains, the Pike Place Market.

Tim
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