moments of happiness number 2

there come these moments in life... when you are fully there and only there with all you got.

a participant as much as an observer. sucked in the moment you watch it unfold before you and it's caught in your mind forever. in that moment there is no time, no tomorrow nor yesterday, no thoughts no worries no longing no sorrows. no memory, no consciousness nothing beyond this moment. these are my moments of pure, solid happiness, th emoments i "forget myself".

this afternoon a friend and i we were having coffee by the river.
it had been sunny and now rain clouds were approaching from the distance.
it was perfect temperature, warm and cool, perfect light, enough to see all the different colours of the sky, the river, the distance, the people without blinding sun smudging the edge of things, a sharp balance of colour and form.
i sighed out: ah, this is my perfect weather.
the two young girls sitting behind us on the river bank got up to greet their friend who just arrived on his bike.
i could smell my suncream on my skin and my friend's citrusy perfume, i could hear the river splashing down over the damm behind us and my friend who'd been picking on my guitar was wondering aloud whether quantanamero is in minor or major.
the group of students in wide trousers that had just occupied the bench-style table opposite us lit up cigarettes -not hand rolled to my surprise.
a girl in a denim skirt walked leisurely by, turning to call lovingly (although pretending to be strict) on her little chihuaua, who stood to sniffle at tree, to hurry up.
a guy in tank top and shorts run by with amazing spring on his legs. three more guys followed revealing the four of them as a running group.
another guy with whooping long blonde dreads rode by on his bike in slow motion as the turkish waiter collected my empty coffee cup from our red tin table.

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a little later we got up and headed to the station through the park. there was a little fork way and i started shouting *"which way to the station?! which way to the station!? it's me, gloria! i left the keys on the table, next to the fruit!" we went two steps in one direction and two in the other again and again till we decided to take the left path. had we chosen the other one we would have missed a breeze from our right that blew a rain of pollen from the chestnut trees on us and we bravely walked through it with open arms screeching at how beautiful this was!

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today was pure happiness, to the last drop.

*famous scene from roberto benigni's little devil.