Beauty is thus an altered state of consciousness, an extraordinary moment of poetry and grace.
Beauty is a sunset over Lake Champlain, a barista that knows your order by heart, six inches of powder in the trees, and parallel lines of fresh corduroy on the trails. Beauty is the smell of snow that greets you first thing in the morning as you step outside balancing breakfast and car keys and briefcase.
I can’t wait to get back into the mountains.
Quote by Leonard Koren, Wabi-Sabi: For Artists, Poets, & Philosophers
Sidecountry Living 