Today I went out without my camera and I saw the beauty without.
I saw the beauty of trees, bare yet lined with raindrops hanging off its branches, glistening in the after-shower sun.
I saw flower buds out already on the trees, eager to reveal their full spring glory.
I saw the beauty of the sun, yawning through the gloom, reflecting over the Hudson river.
Of the eagle that landed to perch.
Of peace in the land.
Truly, seasons after seasons, this beauty unfolds.