Beauty in my town is apparent in summer. Blossoms and berries; salmon smoking on grills, halibut filling the freezer; sun browned babies playing in the surf.
Beauty in my town is apparent in the winter. Pure snowfalls, sledding, snowball fights; bundled up babies playing in snow forts.
Beauty in my hometown is apparent in its people. They complain about summer road whales and “idiot” drivers sliding on iced over roads. Yet they give and give again whenever there is a need.
Finding the beauty in my place is as easy as looking out my window or talking to my neighbor.
Written for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: FINDING