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Beauty as a Design Prize

A beauty story: I was driving along an empty motorway at 7 o’clock one Saturday morning. It was a glorious spring day and the sun was casting long shadows over the English countryside. One of my favorite pieces of classical music was playing on the car stereo and I was on my way to a conference in Vienna. As I glanced to my left, I was struck by a scene of haunting beauty. Mist was rising from a meadow. It curled slowly in the sunlight to reveal traces of the hillside behind it. At the top of the hill, trees were silhouetted against the blue sky. For a moment, I was lost in the scene, as if entering a picture. And I didn’t want to leave.