Beauty In Math

I keep thinking about the proof I did last night before bed. The lines and justifications flowed from my brain so smoothy. The proof not only worked, it was succinct. It was a piece of beauty.

After the fall down the stairs and suffering the troubling trauma of brain dmage, I have worried about whether I would successfully get my math skills back. Last night I had my answer. The proof was so easy for me. I felt so at home with the work, like putting on an old bathrobe that has brought comfort over many years. Nice.