Searching for beauty

It was a depressing work day which began by cycling into “ground zero” as it were, to see our city smashed beyond recognition, the lingering stench of urine in the air from the overturned port-a-johns. All of the lobby glass lay in shards on the floor, the Blenz decimated and looted, the tuxedo shop with not-a-one left inside . . . sigh. Ugly is an understatement. So, as I left the office at the end of the day, I said to my co-workers, I’m going to look for something beautiful. I found it at home. Little e wanted to make a heart with the melt beads. The damn beads that end up all over the floor and that he, until now, only wanted to plunge his hands into, much to his sister’s chagrin. But today he really wanted to make a heart. So he sat there, calmly, peacefully, placing those tiny beads on the plastic heart. And that, my friend, was beautiful.

© Kiki Yee, 2011


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