This morning the estate I live on was a cold one. People seemed to carry more weight as they moved about it, with backs bent and shoulders hunched.
But there was a beauty there, too (something not often said about the place), if they would just stop for a moment, straighten up, and take it in.
A stark urban beauty, shaking off the shackles of sleep.
There is so much beauty, mostly unseen, because people are looking down. Masterpieces of architecture, beautiful skies, birds, all there for free!