today I stepped outside and it was if by a miracle millions of beautiful white feathers were appearing and disappearing everywhere around me; little-frozen-ice-crystal feathers that somehow magically filled the space around me and above me and yet were invisible in the upper air, through which the mountains were barely visible in their cloak of mist and cloud. It felt like the beginning of a new world where laws like gravity and conservation of matter all faded away and where, in the muted morning light,
anything was possible.
and maybe today I will believe anything is possible.
and I will be happy
because I realized that there is no such thing as perfect
so its ok
cuz I'm not
and
that's what i call beautiful
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