I spent the morning watching the light flicker in the trees. The buzz and whirr of insects sounded electrical, like power lines and transformers and feedback. I wonder if I’ll ever appreciate nature without reference to the humanmade.
A few years ago, I asked my students to define beauty, and we discussed aesthetics, grace, and whether it’s universal or personal. “Beauty is remembering the sad times without crying,” said one girl, who at fifteen years old was already so wise it broke my heart.
