What is beauty?
Is it the slim, glossy haired woman who catches your eye at the station as you dash for a train? Perhaps it's the perfectly sculptured diver who stands calmly on the Olympic board, every defined muscle testament to the hard work he's undertaken to place him there?
Is beauty the blousey pink peony catching the beam of light in the perectly sculptured garden, or is it the self seeded foxglove that sways delicately in the shadowy forest?
Maybe beauty is in the sparkle of an eye, the upward curve of the lips on a lived in face that lights up when eyes lock and momentarily allow you to glimpse the soul behind it?
Beauty can be many things, but always it's about perception. Will you look at beauty differently today?