As the wind rustles my hair like it would leaves on an autumn's day, I let the rays of sunlight strum away like I were a guitar.

Beauty can be found in the most unexpected of places. A little girl's worn out doll strewn to shreds, lying in the dustbin holds beauty. The numerous balls of crushed paper across the room, all attempting to get to the other side of a person's heart; that holds beauty. A crowded local train with hardly any place to breathe. How can you find beauty here you may ask. When a worn out little boy who works too hard for his own good gives you the brightest smile you've seen all week, you realize it is not the situations that make you, but what you make of them. See beauty in the smallest of things. From what I've seen, those are the truest moments of life.