What is beautiful…is a surprise. Something that is never set, never defined, never guaranteed. Out of the box, out of this world, out of breath.
It lives on someone’s face, like a broken tooth shining through a wide wild smile; inside the wrinkles of a grand mother’s hand, telling stories of life and a lifetime of stories; in a cloud of sea on a sandy beach, in the middle of the South African west coast. Kissed by the ocean, left lying on the shore, sliding back where it belongs.