The view from the third floor window had nothing unusual about it…
A nasty-looking man walking a stupid-looking mutt. A stupid-looking woman drove by in an ugly subcompact. Nasty-looking wires stretched from one ugly utility pole to another. The scene outside the window suggested that the world had settled in a place somewhere midway between “being miserable” and “lacking in joy,” and consisted of an infinite agglomeration of variously shaped microcosms.
On the other hand, there also existed in the world such unexceptionably beautiful views…
-Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone. ~ Goethe