For a long time now I’ve been watching for beauty, happenstance, accidental beauty. By watching I mean a habit of mind. Blind people watch just as visual people do. Early this morning I heard two elderly women, people from my neighborhood, talking as they walked for exercise, and one said to the other: “That’s it!” Two words, two syllables, uttered with an easy, confirming happiness. Okay, it doesn’t take much to zing my beauty spot, I admit. Zingo! Unrehearsed, tumbling happiness.
And no script. No celebrity. No expensive menu. No apparent beauty at all, but it was there. It was.
Planet of the Blind 