Beauty is a thing of vision

The other day I was driving home from work, doing my daily navigation of moon craters and over-eager commuters on Massachusetts Avenue. On this particular day, as I crossed under the landmark walkway over the road at Boston Hospital, I was hit with a sudden feeling of sadness.

Looking around, I saw depression and poverty. Homeless men sat mumbling on the curbside. Others struggled with their big coats because of the sudden warm weather. Two men stumbled through the stalled traffic trying to get a few coins from drivers.

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