Beauty

I can't see beauty in things anymore. The flowers, the clear night sky, a girl's smile, they no longer stir my senses. It's as if my sense of beauty has been amputated, with only a stump left to remind me what was lost. But last night, in a dream, I found it again. I was riding a bus home and had gotten off at the wrong stop. I started to walk uphill, and the slight exertion heightened my sense of smell. Trees lined the sidewalk, and they were in full bloom. As I walked closer, the branches drooped and the flowers brushed against my face, my ears. The flowers glowed, like little angels, all around me, and for a moment that was everything, the whole universe. I closed my eyes and woke up.

That's all I can remember.