What is beauty? I saw a young woman, aged about 18 in good health with a busty figure. In many men's minds she would be considered nearly the ultimate in beauty. But before I saw her, I encountered a more wonderful vision of beauty. I was sitting on the bus and a bright eyed girl aged about 3 or 4 was sitting about 2 meters away from me. She smiled at me several times. I summoned up courage and I asked her if she wanted to see a magic trick. I wanted to show a trick I can do with my hands. She smiled and softly said yes. Then I said watch my hands. But she kept looking at my face. I felt as if, for her, the attention I was giving her was more important than the trick. That made me feel so important. She got off the bus shortly before I did and as I was watching her get off, I wondered how she would react as she left. And sure enough, she waved at me and softly said bye as she walked past me on her way to the exit. I am misty-eyed thinking about this beauty. This is the second time a child has been mesmerized by me on the bus. It is such a wonderful feeling; these connections are lovely despite being short.