They say that it's sometimes the ordinary that holds the most beauty. That it's the most looked upon that gets over looked. Yet a million miles away from home, I ran up the steps up the Arc De Triumphe, gazed upon the beautiful city of Paris and stood there until I was sure I soaked up all the beauty that I could. I began my way back down, and let my mind wander. Until I looked down. The stairs seemed to be going on for ages, such a simple yet an ever winding beauty.