I have noticed that humans have beautiful moments, and humans alone are very beautiful things.
They don’t know that they are being beautiful, because most people associate beauty with photoshop and fashion lines and neat little makeup kits sold at the pharmacy. But in actuality, humans are beautiful, just in the way that they are.
Watching them is like watching a television show without a script. It is gripping to see if they will answer that phone call, or make small talk with that cashier, or perhaps tie their sweater around their waist when it gets warm in the afternoon and they can’t bear to put it back over their shoulders.
Not many people appreciate these human moments, but I see them all the time. I fall in love with the way people look, the way that they live, the way that they order their favorite coffee. Humans are beautiful in the way that they love, in the way that they react, and smile, and cry. Too busy, they are, with their illuminated screens and their ticking watches that they don’t see themselves, or others, walking past each other, walking along the same street, and yet, walking in sync.
They are all different, all severely interesting, as some are not seemingly good or bad, but a mixture of the two. And how much do we really know about them? It seems, not very much, except what they are sprinkling on top of their cocoa or how much their brows dance when their laptops cannot connect to the internet. And yet, this is all we have, to see other strangers and to admire the way they are silently living and coexisting with each other, without noticing their own beauty.
Heather Murray lives in a house within the forests of Massachusetts and is always inspired by the New England landscape. She works part-time as a librarian and spends her free time typing out stories, preferably on rainy evenings with the windows open. Her writing and photography is featured on her blog https://heathermoors.wordpress.com and on her Instagram @hmariemurray