The deepening of beauty

I lived on the West Coast for more than ten years, but it wasn’t until I moved to North Dakota that I noticed some of the best features of the area. The trees, the Columbia River, the wildlife all take on a surreal beauty. The cleanliness all around is a pleasant contrast to the dust and dirt of Williston.

It is strange, the way familiarity changes beauty. To be sure, it draws out the irregularities, those details that the casual observers overlook. For some, those irregularities are blemishes, detracting from the wonder of the first encounter. For others, the details merely add to the complexity that makes up beauty.

As my train slowly weaves its way through the Columbia Gorge, I begin to think there is a third aspect to beauty. This is  the reuniting of old friends, the rediscovery of forgotten joys. It’s listening to your favorite song one more time. It’s the return home after a journey.

What do you feel when you come home?  I’d love to hear about it. Thanks for reading!