An interesting dilemma.
“I listen to my words but they fall far below.”
Cat Stevens, The Wind
I’m looking for a word that may not exist. “Beautiful” came easily but that word is generally used to describe something pulchritudinous and not necessarily splendid, marvelous or “pleasing to the senses or mind aesthetically.” A beautiful face, in all ways symmetrical; a beautiful day with mild winds and temps and just the right ratio of clouds to sky. There is something so transient about that word. A thing of beauty is only a joy forever only in your mind. Faces sag with wear and tear and droughts eventually turn lush gardens into barren wastelands. No, beautiful was not the word I was looking for.
In case you’re wondering, it was this moving piece of writing that has me on a quest for the perfect word. How often we…
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