The artist for this is unknown to me. This colored glass window has existed in my home since I was a little liolf.

It is interesting how in the rush of our lives, we fail to notice beauty. Something that might have existed around us for so long, and we have overlooked it. Beauty in the corner of our eye, noticing only when it is gone or when we take the time to appreciate it for it. Like people, I suppose.

We may be calloused by time or experience, unwilling to learn or grow, and sometime unwilling to become vulnerable to someone. I will try to appreciate beauty wherever I can find it. I have the time now, and I must work on my patience and willingness to open.