Sometimes there’s a perfect moment that comes into your life that you’ll forget as the next moment (perfect or not) works its way into your path.
For a brief moment I experienced it - the perfect moment. It may not seem like anything to anyone else, but for that instant, there was nothing wrong with the world. Consider the rising and falling gas prices, the war in Iraq, the tragedy of Katrina or the bumper to bumper traffic I just experienced on the freeway. This one moment overrode those events and for but a minute or just a few seconds, life found perfection. Sometimes it’s not so easy to find. But sometimes you walk right into it. And its amazing.
Details of this moment can take on a different meaning seconds later. But for once, I thought I’d capture it, and try to dwell on it, and remember it instead of letting it shoot past across the sky.
It was the instant I stepped into my house and closed the door. There was something about how the light in the house made everything look like a walking dream. The natural light through the windows, the smell and comfort of home, the quiet, the relief after a long day, long week and long year at work. It all boils down to the last day of the week, a Friday evening and the long awaited rest from everyday things.
And then it was gone.
At at least I can go back and read an entry for September 16, 2005 and read about the perfect moment while desperately trying to remember how it felt.
Unfortunately, moments later, it’s hard to remember the feeling. As that perfect moment escaped and made room for other moments… perfect and not so perfect.
At least one time in my life I was able to grab a fleeting glimpse and hold on for the short ride. Hopefully, sooner or later, it will come back to me.
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