Sometimes she looked at the world and saw all of its beauty. In the simple and the complex.
Sometimes the sun danced a little higher in the sky and the wind's kisses felt a little sweeter.
Other times the beauty was lost and the sun's light was burning. The wind's pull was harsh and life was demanding. Sometimes there was no beauty at all. On those days, she hurt a little more and loved a little less. Those days she held on to the memory of the beauty; the hope for tomorrow, and knew that the loneliness wasn't the end.