“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
― Virginia Woolf
There are days such as these, where mundaneness begets joy. When the ordinary becomes cherished. When nothing unusual transpires, yet the mind is at peace and the heart is content. When illogical happiness floats above you, and then rests lightly upon you; suffusing you with it’s warm, fuzzy glow.
Such a day….
Such days are a rarity in J’s world, for the mind is ever restless by wont. Therefore they shall be loved. And cherished. And treasured. Held dear, for as long as possible. For one shall never know what troubles the Mind, or Tomorrow bringeth!
Till next time..