From the elevator, Mabel watched the old woman's bare feet hobbling away, a trail of salt and the lace hem of her nightgown left in her wake like sea foam.

There is something beautiful about a sunny winter day,A break from harsh gray skies and harsh cold winds,A bright warm sun and clear blue skies instead.

There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass.

Romanticism, which has helped to fill some dull blanks with love and knowledge, had not yet penetrated the times with its leaven and entered into everybody's food; it was fermenting still as a distinguishable vigorous enthusiasm in certain long-haired German artists at Rome, and the youth of other nations who worked or idled near them were sometimes caught in the spreading movement.

It was November 3 and the floor of the train held onto his feet

I remember one woman making paper flowers to sell, with different herbs . . . She made them so fast, and so many . . . that as I watched, her first few zinnias became quickly enough a few hundred, and grew in their happiness to the size of sunflowers. The sunflowers themselves grew to the size of pumpkins, the snapdragons grew ominous, and the rosemary fragrant.

Whatever you need, I will find a way to get it to you. I will give you the moon, and more.

Her moral obligationto keep our hearts entwined.Her preeminent love,smelling like life,in a good way,familiar like an ancient woodcut,a private postcard in the midst of a crowd,in an old T-shirt to soak up the memories,committed to recycling life,repairing the nucleus.

Take time each day to pulse and reflect on the beauty of life.

Sometimes you don't have to look deep to cherish beauty.