A quiet room, with only the voice of
Natalie Merchant on
Think of me and any other really slow, soulful song that she sings. It is
painful and
lush all at the same time.
The first day of fall, when the trees finally give up their leaves to the inevitable and the evening sky becomes grey instead of orange.
Children sleeping, as you hand them a stuffed giraffe and put their covers back on at 2:00am- that too, is achingly beautiful.