I sat there stirring my coffee. Watching the creme settle. It’s beautiful. At least to me. Who really knows what another person sees. The world can seem completely different to the person standing right next to you. We are completely blind to their world, until they let us in. Until we befriend them. But even then, we only get a tiny snippet, a little peephole, of what they see.

Amazing what thoughts enter my mind from staring into a cup of coffee. I almost wish I could share this with someone. But then I think, who? Only two faces pop into my mind.

Ashley, my little sister. I want her to see the world like I do, I want her to see all the beauty in her life. I’m not sure she does.

The other one is, of course, him. I think he would understand. I can tell from his paintings. He sees beauty on the canvas, I see it through the camera.

And if I have the guts, I would tell him another thing I felt. And then maybe, just maybe, the scene would look like the picture you see on the right of your screen.