Perfect moment - nowhere to go, nothing to do

The other day I was participating in the Martial Energetics class, a weekly class Thursday afternoon on gorebaggtv. It was really nice with the simple warm-up exercises which were easy to follow. Yet, about 1/2 way through the class, I got tired and wanted to sit down, but did not and continued as a gesture of respect and service for the class and the instructor.
Towards the end we did the short Tai Chi form - which I so far had only watched  and never done, although once I tried it....too confusing. That day, for the first time, I participated and WOAH....not only could I follow it, it made sense. I could do it and it flowed kinda nice. Needless to say I was very surprised.

We then did an exercise sitting on a chair and it was suggested, after being shown a good way to sit, to visualize a place we'd like to be to relax, such as at the ocean, in a forest, someplace we'd like to be.

Normally I am extremely visual, that time not much would appear. Even as some images of places showed themselves, which I had to make myself come up with, they would not stick and what's more: there was a sense and feeling that there was no place else I'd rather be. I settled into that feeling. In that moment, sitting on that chair in the barn - there was no place I would rather be, nothing else I would rather do. It was one of those: "nowhere to go and nothing to do" moments.

It was quite remarkable to sense and it is  a perfection of a certain kind. Stillness, contentment, breathing - difficult to explain. Very cool - just being there.

What is Beauty?

Beauty - is it state dependent, is it really in the eye of the beholder?

Seeing a number of incredible photography of incredibly beautiful places as well as artwork, I wonder: When does something qualify as beautiful to us?

What is the something that, no matter where, when or by whom it is viewed, will inspire this sense of awe, aesthetic and beauty? Or is there really such a thing?  What about nature - and sacred geometry?

What about - Beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Or, in other words: is it dependent on state of consciousness, on perception in inner experience?

I recall something from many, many years ago. I was looking out the window across houses and houses onto the smoking factories of a big city. It was sunset time - and suddenly everything turned into beauty and perfection - pure Beauty and Perfection. I was standing there in awe for quite some time. I never would have guessed it could happen - given I was not very fond of industrial smoking factories. But wow - sheer perfect beauty. The Beatles were playing, on tape: I hope you understand...(to the tune of: I wanna hold your hand)

What aesthetic was that?

So then back to: what is Beauty, what is beautiful - and how can you tell?
Despite thoughts and preliminary answers about this, the questions nonetheless got rekindled by seeing such beautiful images on Facebook, posted by different folks.

Beauty - The property, quality or state of being "that which pleases merely by being perceived" (Aquinas)