“O wonderful, wonderful, most wonderful wonderful! and yet again wonderful, and after that, out of all whooping!”
William Shakespeare, As You Like It

Of all the moments I pause and ponder over, the ones that tend to slide between my fingers like fish underwater are those of unrecognizable joy, abundantly flowing, unexplainably taking over my being.

There is no preparation for moments like that. No lead. No foreword. They just happen like the most torrential of storms. Decadent sounds, pounding heart, smiles that run from ear to ear, and a nebulous sensation of perfection.