This morning, on my way to work, I had a moment where I was overcome by a sense of peace and joy.
During that time - and it lasted only a few seconds - I felt complete mental clarity and my surroundings were alive with perfect Hollywood lighting. I was listening to the Alan Parson's Project, caught up in the reflective, intelligent lyrics and the originality of the music itself.
Plus, I smelled so damn good. (Cabaret, by Gres, was the Scent of the Day.)
In the wake of my mother's death, and the resulting weirdness, moments of sheer pleasure surprise and delight me. More than ever before, I feel a sense of urgency to truly experience life, try things I have never done and treasure the people I love.
Peace and Joy: the double rainbow following a thunderstorm.
photo taken last night from our deck