Twice today I found myself in the company of raw, debilitating (for me) beauty. In each case, the woman with whom I found myself, face-to-face, was distractingly, impossibly, striking. And in each case, the circumstance was such that, even were I so inclined, even were I not rendered speechless by what was in front of me, I couldn’t possibly have acted. Or even spoken.
So I’ll go through my day haunted.
Well, be glad you encountered such beauty, and console yourself in the thought that frustration isn’t all that bad, from time to time…