There are these elusive moments where everything feels good and right. It is so powerful that words and breath are completely taken away. Shortly after nostalgia overwhelms me as though I’ve experienced this all before. The time is fleeting and it leaves me flummoxed trying to recall when in my life this has once occurred. What is it about this instance that is triggering this feeling? How I wish it could be bottled and re-produced on a whim. It is like a cocktail of physical and mental ease. Perhaps this is peace? It feels greater than any word you would use to describe ordinary moments. Is this oneness with my creator? When I seek out great views, nature, and beautiful sunsets, am I looking for this feeling? This connection? Is it sardonic of me to assume I am the only one? Have you felt this too?
Words of the day:
- Flummox – means “to confuse.”
- Sardonic – characterized by bitter or scornful derision; mocking; sneering; cynical.
- Elusive – hard to find our capture
Shaynanigans 