Well then, Where is Beauty?

a short poem to welcome readers to this page.

I think there is beauty everywhere. 
You just have to look. 

Beauty is in the contrast of the crisp blue sky and the white clouds that accompany it. 
In the nostalgic September breeze. 
The sound of laughter in the distance. 

It is in the squirrel that crawls over my foot on the way to class. 
The awkwward "oops sorry!" after bumping into someone. 
The cracks on the sidewalk and 
the decaying buildings around me. 

It is in between the pieces of dirt on your shoe. 
In the way the sun shines through the trees in the evening. 
The silence of the morning and 
the chaos of the night. 

It is here, between us. 
And the space we've created
to have this conversation.