There is something so beautiful about the ordinary.
The girl who gets on the trolley and rides to the farmers market on Saturdays.
The boy who takes the subway to the park for a picnic with his boyfriend.
The girl who lives in an apartment above a coffeeshop and knows the barista and gets a blueberry muffin every day.
The girl who paints the view out her window with hand made pigments she bought from a local artist.
The boy who walks home from work at the university and stops by a venue to hear a small musician playing his favorite song for a few minutes on the way home.
