Apparently my conceptions of beauty are dark and strange, according to some of my friends.
Once, at a frozen yogurt shop, I noticed that the floor was beautiful. It was a light eggshell-blue color, perfectly smooth, yet filled with texture. There were veins of turquoise, and clouds of lavender. Moreover, the sun was shining through the windows, and casting my shadow on the floor. It was hauntingly beautiful. So I took a picture and made it into my phone background. Later, one of my friends said it was creepy. I suppose we have different points of view in that matter.
But there is beauty, as strange as it may seem, everywhere. In the swirling dust particles in the air, in the darkened knots of a tree, in old and wrinkled paper. It is in the coals of a fire and in the mud at the side of the road. Beauty is in the pores of your skin silhouetted against the light, it is in the shadows on your wall, and it reaches out for you.
You just have to look.