I love the way soft light hits a face, a shining building, a grassy hill. I see captivating textures in skies, plants and skyscrapers... Beauty is all around us.

These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”
― C.S. LewisThe Weight of Glory