Wabi-sabi

When I met Ivianna, I despised her. A lowly peasant, with no set home. Sharing a bed with her siblings. How could someone as prestine as me love a simple low life like her.

But the more I saw her, the more intrigued I grew. How could a girl so poor be so halcyon? When I, Gwendolyn, chatelaine of the county, was so miserable. I was boiling with rage at the thought of her.

I was walking through the forest when I heard a crystalline voice. The murmur of an angel. I crept closer and lo and behold, the saint was none other than Ivianna. She was bathing in the spring. Her face that used to be a total bore was now a sight for sore eyes. Her curly dirty hair, now shiny and soft. Her body normally hidden under dirty rags was as fair as any.

I was twitterpated. I struggled to find a word to describe what was happening. In her silhouette I could see all I ever wanted. A casual, peaceful and joyful life.

Sadly, I never saw her again.

I don't believe in love at first sight, but love at last sight.

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Wabi-sabi: / ˈwa biˈsa bi / PHONETIC RESPELLING. noun.

Wabi-sabi:/ ˈwa biˈsa bi / PHONETIC RESPELLING. noun. a bi / PHONETIC RESPELLING. noun.

a Japanese aesthetic concept that finds beauty and serenity in objects, landscapes, designs, etc., that are simple, imperfect, and impermanent.