The kind of moment which is small, insignificant even, and therefore infinitely more powerful because it is simply reality; not a far fetched fantasy. The kind of moment that makes one want to hit “pause” and play over and over, for the ephemeral balance that hangs in the air. The kind of moment which never lasts long enough.
Waking up to the pitter patter of rain outside.
The gentle linger of arms after an embrace.
The feeling of hope at sunrise.
Cool linen sheets sliding over your legs as I crawl into bed after a long day.
The first breath of cool night air.
The steady rise and fall with every breath of a girl asleep on my shoulder.
Maybe they’re so special because I know they can never last long enough. Because they are a brief escape; a moment secret from the rest of the world which reminds me of what it really means to be alive. These moments I play over and over in my head, with the hope that I may reclaim the warmth, the freedom, the comfort, the ecstasy that comes with something so simple as the trust and adoration of another human being.