Knowing beauty.

Sitting with my Italian true love. Late last night. In a restaurant. In Rochester, Minnesota. After a Bob Dylan concert. A lady walks up to our table. As she's leaving. Turns to my true love, and says, 'You are lovely. Beautiful. Just wanted to tell you.' Of course, my surprised true love says, 'Thank you.' And I thought, how wonderful. I've told my true love much the same. Often. In fact, I routinely call our audio/video connections on Skype visions of loveliness. No secret. I'm in love. "See,' I say, 'others see you in the same way as I.' Yes, folks, I know beauty when I see it. On the inside. On the outside. --Jim Broede