The sweeping purples and grays of the clouds against the pastel blue sky add dimension to the otherwise clear canopy above.  The green trees and houses are accented before this backdrop, their grainy texture looking worn against such perfection; the kind of wear called "character." I'm drawn to the smooth beauty of the sky but intrigued by the quality of the greenery. Both have beauty, both hold unique attraction. How often we strive for what we perceive as perfection, but uniqueness is what draws attention.  A possession none is without.

How are you unique? In what way is this uniqueness displayed?