How shall I describe the way a graceful hand grasps a delicate pencil or how curving letters form beautiful words? Shall I tell of the smell that’s found in a book or the salty taste of tears gently kissed from a soft cheek?
A warm cup of coffee sits lazily, invitingly, with steam floating up. Dimmed lights warm treasured works of art hanging on the wall. Reds, browns…colored tapestries of splendor. Big band music wafts through the room.
Shall I tell of the horns and the saxophone? How they drone a lively tune…and the crooner, he cradles each note in his hands. His voice caresses the soul. What justice can words do feelings?
Sunlight streams through the windows. Wooden tables, leather sofas, floor lamps in colorful patterns…and the people as similar as they are different.
How shall I portray the people? Would you hear of their charming smiles and romancing airs? For to be in such a place as this, one must lead a romantic life…or at least some semblance of one.
Who can describe things only felt? The person who can capture a perfect moment in words should be honored as the wisest of men. The art of appreciating beauty is the highest of all achievements and best of talents to possess. For if one can see beauty, one can see the heart and therefore (I am convinced) the world. Find me the one who can describe a moment and I will show you a person to love. A dreamer perhaps…but a lover of life and for life to be sure.
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