Singular moments

There are singularly perfect moments, which you can only recognize after the fact, because to note them as they are happening will make them self-aware and lessen them instantly . I say “singularly” because these moments are apart from other things; you cannot judge them in context of surrounding life issues or events or problems. They are simple and honest and probably dull.

I realized few minutes ago, as I journeyed the nine or ten stories down to my cabin, that I just had one of those moments.

Mere hours ago (minutes fromt his writing, hours from when I'll get online to post this), I was sitting in the not-too-warm morning sun on the open top deck of a luxury liner anchored outside Sorrento, Italy reading a few chapters of “The Fourth Hand” by John Irving and drinking wonderful coffee in pleasant solitude. That’s my real, honest to God life, and sometimes I get a reminder that it d

Sorrento, Italy is a unique place, visually; especially seen from the sea. It’s one of my favorites and has a lot of happy memories for me. John Irving is probably my favorite author, and this book – while not my favorite – is really growing on me. Anyway, while there are conditions my mind can conjour that would make it “more perfect” or flaws I could identify in my overall life situation vis a vis my even being on this ship right now or my misuse of phrases like “vis a vis,” this was, I feel, a

Singularly Perfect Moment

…and who doesn’t need one?