The poet Keats said “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”
Even after the beauty is gone, the memory sticks with you.
I’m afraid the thought doesn’t apply when admiring a clean kitchen or a freshly-vacuumed car or a lovely flower garden because those beautiful sights don’t last long, and they only make me sad when they’re a wreck-and-a-half again.
But I get it.
I think back to my favorite dresses as a little girl, the painting that hung over our piano when I was little, or the quilt my grandma made for my little bed decades ago, and the thought of those pretty things still brings a smile to my face.
I love to think back over the beauty I’ve seen in my life and the thought makes me happy.