Aesthetic

I love autumn. I love its colours, the way nature slowly changes. The late summer days and the long hours of sun. Flowers and laughter.
The sun playing in the leaves like a fiery stained glass vault. Then the darker and colder days as an excuse to stay indoor and dream. Time to create, to breathe.

I wondered if liking aesthetics made me superficial.

I do love the way the trees are still bare but the forest floor is a blurry sea of green and blue.
The shades of grey and gold in the sky.
The way the shadows shift on the wall.

It echoes somewhere in me. Something quiet and comfortable.
I wish I could draw. I wish I could take pictures that would accurately convey what I see, what I feel.

I look at the world and feed myself of its small treasures. Glimpses of beauty.