"Race cars are neither beautiful nor ugly. They become beautiful when they win." — Enzo Ferrari
It's morning, and I am walking through the vineyards nearby. It's almost Spring, and the plants are bare naked after the winter pruning. The fields are all so neat and tidy as if they are holding still and in silence, for the explosion of life and chaos that Spring will bring.
A farmer slowly ploughs the land, drawing straight and parallel dark lines. His dogs run back and forth as if they are monitoring his work.
I pause for a few seconds near the small canal, the water flowing quietly.
I feel a mesmerising sense of beauty.
Then I realise that everything serves a purpose. And that is where the beauty is coming from.
In that place, I can clearly feel that everything serves a purpose. It's the same feeling I have when I'm in the wilderness.
And it is something I struggle with anywhere else.
Weirdly, the opening quote from Enzo Ferrari pops up in my mind.
Racing cars become beautiful when they serve their purpose; winning.
So, maybe that's the secret of beauty.