Enough

There is a delicate beauty in the simplicity of a sweet potato and the perfect hidden starchiness buried within.

There is a delicate beauty where wall meets wall and they kiss in an embrace turned love-child named corner.

There is a delicate beauty in the way a squirrel, plump from autumn’s harvest, flicks its tail at you in blatant disregard.

And there is a delicate beauty in tiny ant legs carrying tiny ant body up tiny rock castle.

For the wonder of the world lies in these things.

There is a delicate beauty in how a solitary snowflake guilds the eye-lashes of those you love.

There is a delicate beauty in how hands fit perfectly into other pairs of hands as if to say—yes, this is where you belong, and I will wrap you up tight.

There is a delicate beauty in how the scent of warm soup comforts body and soul like an old friend.

And there is a delicate beauty in how coffee beans slip and slide cold off your fingers when you plunge your hand deep into the coffee bean sack.

It is all.

It is enough.