perfect moments

Sometimes time stops and life concentrates into a perfect moment. Phone can ring itself off the hook, eggs can burn into shriveled pieces of charcoal, boss can be upset about missing a deadline... Nothing matters. Sometimes it is enough to warm up in the sun, soak all of its incredible energy through hungry, winter-starved pores of your skin and lean your head on a shoulder of a beautiful wonderous creature reading the Sunday paper next to you. Sometimes it is enough just to be. Sometimes you remember, if only for a few minutes, why you were put into this world.