In the way ...a vine curls over an aged fence and spreads leafy tendrils like spiderweb over peeling paint and wood.
In the way... light reflects on wood, casting shadows and outlining the dust.
In the way... a sunset blasts a different colour into everything and paints a different picture to what it was in the morning.
In the way a street performer moves with such, ease and grace.
Beauty can be found in the simplest places, you just have to learn where to look.