It was a perfect day. The right friends, eclectic food, conversations of intrigue that really mattered, affection, love – all the earthly pleasantries were present and all were exquisite.
Now, the curtain is drawn, your special pillow shared with a purring masterpiece. The warmth of a blanket deepens the intoxication as your mind drifts. Sincere thanks is given for the last twenty-four hours.
The flame of the candle goes out leaving remnants of its beauty in a few wisps of smoke.
At that moment, and only at moments like that, a veil may part – slightly revealing the ‘beyond’. Not in pictures, not in story form, not even in words . . . Just minute feelings of a strange, dynamic energy outside of your grasp. Feelings of unique perfection that just lightly touch your imagination with fleeting impact.
But soon, that heavenly Magic vanishes as sleep takes over. In the morning as your day begins, the Magic is not even remembered.
But that Magic – is always there – just waiting for a break in the action. Waiting to give. Waiting to be heard. Waiting to be known.
Waiting to ascend your definition of a ‘perfect day’ to unimaginable levels.