Innocence

Innocence is always beautiful.

Not feigned innocence, that is artifice and usually pretty annoying, but real, honest to goodness, innocence.

Very young children have it and once in a while I meet an older child, or adult who has managed to avoid the tarnish that creeps up on most of us as time goes on.

There is an almost magical charm to true innocence.

Smiles are sweeter.  Eyes more sparkly.  And even their nature is generally gentler.

If there was a way to recapture that, or box it up and save it, I would do it in a minute, because in spite of the fact that these rare creatures are probably more at risk, they are still the best hope I've seen for a better world.