You know what I think is beautiful?
Watching somebody else experience a thing that they think is beautiful. Watching them get really excited about the beautiful thing and wanting to share and tell everybody they know all about how beautiful the thing is. At great length. Or else, watching them decide that they don’t want to share with anyone, actually, because if other people knew it would take away some of the magic.
That is prime loveliness. I am happy to die on this hill.