“ It has been noted somewhere, by someone, that nothing looks beautiful on its own. The pleasant curve where neck meets shoulder, the froth of a broken wave, the hazy outline of a house that always pleased you— the magic is in the light.

How lucky for us that light is ever changing! We are blessed with endless ways to see the objects of our affection. The neck is brand new each morning. The wave carries infinite possibilities. The house looks different today and it will look different again tomorrow.

I once knew a girl who took pictures of the sunset every day for a year. Eventually, someone asked her: “At some point, don’t they all start to look the same?” She only smiled and pointed her camera toward the horizon. ”