Touched by Beauty

I love these moments.

Actually, I think I, and probably many of us, live for these moments.

I am writing these lines in a transat, under the shadow of a quetsche tree, cooled by a light breeze, looking at my wife-to-be and our dog Evie. They play together and Julia is looking at me. She wants my attention but I need to take a minute to capture this moment.

Tears are filling my eyes and Bon Iver is playing in the background. I don’t need to pee or drink. I am not hungry. I am not hot, not cold. I am not stressed. Nothing hurts, neither in my body nor my soul.

There is no place I would rather be right now and definitely no people I would rather be with. I am there, fully. So happy that tears are filling my eyes. Because I know that it won’t last.

By design, life is about movement. Change. And nothing lasts. Good or bad, they fly by so fast that people, like me, always feel the need to write about them. With the vain hope that by doing so, they will last a bit more.

Let’s see if it works, but in the meantime. Thank you God for giving me the opportunity to live these moments. I am grateful. So grateful.