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What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen or heard?

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What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen or heard?

It might have been a painting, a place in the world or a person. By "thing" I mean that it could be just about anything. It might be home, after a long absence or trip even. It might have been a poem or some music you heard. Please tell! Describe it the best you can.
 
I was unable to have children, so for me, the most beautiful place in the world is under the sea. Ever since I was a child, I have been fascinated with Jacques Yves Cousteau and his "Undersea World" which I used to watch on TV with eyes wide open. Then when I was in the Carribbean one time, I was able to go snorkeling and I was enamored with the beauty of the ocean, the coral reefs, the fish, so colorful, and the other sea creatures. I was an adult then.

We were up on the coast of Maine when I was maybe 6 years old and there were these little barnacles on the sea rocks and they had little hands that reached out to catch microscopic food stuffs and bring them into their mouths and eat. I was so fascinated by these little creatures that I watched them do this for hours. I will never forget them. To me they were awesome and beautiful too.
 
Watching the snow fall in Manhattan in the first moments of the blizzard of 2003.

How to describe it? Luminescent? Foreboding? Graceful? The way the light hit the streets... The way it got empty and quiet outside save for a shop keeper shutting down his shop. The way he moved slowly through the quickly mounting snow. The French restaurant I was in, with the wrap around windows, I'm sitting in the corner table, snow falling all around me, but I am warm. I'm playing solitaire and drinking hot tea and listening to the gentle music and sounds of silverware and glasses clanking. I'm all dressed up for no reason other than to feel good. No one knows I'm here...except the kind waiter who knows my face and my favorite menu items. I have just enough money today for the simple pleasure of tea. But not enough to overindulge. Everything is perfect. The snow is falling so much and doesn't stop. Every hour I look outside and still falling. Relentless white, relentless beauty.
 
I couldn't say 'ever', but for today, a sweet lady I cared for died today, she wore a necklace always she told me (only) her H had given her- a cross, heart, and key; he brought it home and told her it was so she would know he was always with her, no matter what. He died suddenly and unexpectedly the next day (young). She never remarried.

I thought that was beautiful. She was a sweet, sweet, beautiful woman.
 
One thing was this little old frail very ill tiny thin lady with an IV that came out of her room when I was leaving a hospital at 14 and said, "What's the matter honey, you look so sad", and she looked so deeply concerned, sad for me. She was so very ill herself.

And hearing a loved one's cancer spread test was negative was wonderful- Top of the World. Thought of my greatest enemy and thought I could go kiss (even) him.

I think when I hear of people (or animals) beating all odds or a disaster averted, I think it's beautiful (to me).

I also think a calm night with a sky full of stars is astoundingly beautiful. And I think of the light starting out years before I see it (silly I know).
 
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