The Beauty

If such beautiful created by Him, how much He beautiful is?
If Dunia is so lambent, how indescribable should Heaven be?

Dandelion Wine

“It was the face of spring, it was the face of summer, it was the warmness of clover breath. Pomegranate glowed in her lips, and the noon sky in her eyes. To touch her face was that always new experience of opening your window one December morning, early, and putting out your hand to the first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night. And all of this, this breath-warmness and plum-tenderness was held forever in one miracle of photographic is chemistry which no clock winds could blow upon to change one hour or one second; this fine first cool white snow would never melt, but live a thousand summers.” 

― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Open your heart

Beauty of Nature.

Spring

 

Look at the sky, look how sun shines for you.

Smell the fresh air and make a deep breath.