I lie in bed, listening to a hauntingly beautiful Renaissance motet, my room basked in the orange and deep gold glow of lamps, after a day of work, cooking and conversation, and try to soak up these moments.
No, my soul doesn’t feel particularly elevated. Nor am I necessarily jumping out of my seat or baffled by the world around me. I am just so content.
And it’s nice to be in the moment. If only for a moment.