I believe you know the moments to which I refer. They are rare, sharing an immediate visceral awareness. They are the moments we yearn to plant a tree then see it grow. To create from nothing what is universal, yet uniquely distinct.
A desire to connect over wit. Then make love outside. Furiously and in the rain. Or celebrate impermanent imperfect life, reflecting on random examples of generous deference. Moments we are moved by the assurance of
Soothingly rendered. Refreshing, and imprecise.