Fresh off of 10 days in Puerto Rico and I feel like a different pers….no…no…that’s too cliche.  I feel like, I’ve been reminded of how to appreciate beauty.  Funny, that sounds awfully cliche too, but I can’t describe it any other way.  Up until now, I’m surrounded by beautiful things daily.  Nicely made, the water bouncing off of Lake Erie at dawn, beautiful women I do and don’t know, all can be considered as such.  I think my natural day-to-day routine made me overlook it though.  When my plane landed on the island, I remembered how it feels to see something I felt was ‘beautiful’ for the first time.  When you see the moon, big and bright like a lighthouse, its reflection bouncing off the ocean in the middle of the night, and all of the stars are scattered across the sky like grains of salt spilled on a kitchen floor, you remember.  When the sun beams down off the Atlantic Ocean and the two people walk in front of you, the sun so strong behind them that they look like silhouettes, and it looks like a postcard you’ve seen a million times before, you remember.  The strange thing about it is, now that I’m home, I see the way things look much more than before.  Its like I appreciate things I see all the time a bit more than before, even though I have a particular affinity about the[…]