There are two different ways that I pick Today’s Perfect Moment. This might not be that important for you, but it is important for today’s post.
I either reflect on the day when I am at my keyboard, or on the bus on my way to the keyboard. This is more of a choosing method. It might mean that the day was chalk full of Perfect Moments, or it might mean that I need cheering up and making this choice always seems to brighten my mood.
The other way seems to be more organic. At some point in the day, I feel so good about something that I know it is going to be called the Perfect Moment. It seems to be less about deciding and more about recognizing how special a particular moment really is. Sometimes I am aware and sometimes not aware. It could be because I am tired or it could be because I am not “listening” to how my body, spirit, and soul are responding.
This sometimes, leads to a day where I am aware of the Perfect Moment, only for it to be eclipsed by another one. Sometimes a third one will eclipse the second one. A Perfect Series of Moments is born–or maybe I should call that a Perfect Day.
Why am I bothering you with all this? Today, while not a series, fits into this latter category.
Today’s Perfect Moment came while I was out walking. For the past while everyone has been complaining about the weather. While I don’t blame them, I don’t know why they are making such a big deal about it. It is winter. When I saw the bright sun reflecting off the snow, flickering like diamonds and when the crisp air filled my lungs, I forgot all of their complaints. The only way this could get better is if I were on a ski hill or in the ski chalet hot tub, with my drink cooling in a snow bank.
Feeling confident that I had Today’s Perfect Moment, I walked on calmly. That is, until I came across a young man dancing on the sidewalk. He had headphones on, but I could almost understand the beat of song. He moved well and seemed oblivious to the cars and people around him. Dance like no one is watching, is what came to mind. I was going to ask him if I could take a picture, but his bus came and he got on without a word.
For the next few minutes I wondered if this was in fact destined to be Today’s Perfect Moment. It had all the hallmarks; it had beauty and grace, it made me smile, and it seemed so totally random and spontaneous.