One of the best parts was listening to this year's special keynote speaker, international bestselling author Anne Perry. I'd love to type out the full page of notes I took as I listened to her speech, but alas, I fear that would be some kind of copyright infringement. Or would it? I was a communications major at college, I should know these things....
Actually, that would be a bit of a digression anyway, since my title specifically refers to one part of her speech. Anyway, about Anne. Of course, I loved the accent. Foreign enough to be intriguing, but thankfully not heavy enough to keep me from understanding what she was saying. Classy, intelligent, has a way with words. Well, duh.
|Photo by Maria Hoagland while enjoying a run. 2012.|
I love the smell of leaves. Spring, summer, fall, wet, dry. I love the velvet feel, the intricate veins, the delicate cells, the textures and shapes. The myriad of colors which modulate with the seasons. I love how they dance, lifted by a gentle breeze, glittering in the sunlight, mysterious in the moonlight. I love feeling the dappled sunlight as it filters through the canopy onto the ground. They provide the perfect place for a nap or a daydream.
My favorite? Aspen leaves.
It may be cliche, but the most beautiful thing God has placed on this earth for me to enjoy are strong trees and their gentle leaves.
So the question is, why do you think Anne Perry gave a bunch of writers this assignment? Does it matter to you what I think is most beautiful in the world? Does it matter to you what you think is the most beautiful in the world?