The moon peaks through the clouds, sending soft rays earthward. The sounds of a still, muggy evening settle like a heavy fog without the limited visibility. Why is it that the same scene, can invoke different feelings, different impressions. Beauty can be expressed, or sadness deepened from the same landscape. There is something about beholding nature, but that something also is impacted by the soul of a man. The feelings, the heart of us, and the situation we are in. Take a rainy afternoon. It can either be a tremendous time of refreshing smells, cool rain and windswept hair, invoking cleansing and joy with us, or it can be depressing, claustrophobic, keepign us contemplating life without really looking for the answer. And sometimes this seems to subjective, like we have no control over it. That it isn't a decision, a switch we flip as to how we are going to take in life today, this moment. And yet it is, isn't it. We do have a decision to make, a choice in how we live. To do right or wrong, to feel blessed or condemned. This can't be merely fiction, there must be truth, because so many people have the same problems, the same joys, the same blessings, and yet react differently. So the question really becomes, not what is beautiful in the world around us, but are we going to react beautifully to the world?