A quiet moment

It’s been 3 months since I returned home. I’ve still not found the words to explain it. The whole experience. Not sure I ever will. But every now and then, late at night, when I’m tired, or jaded or perhaps a little melancholy, something will trigger a memory. Tonight it was a post by Sticky fingers.  She asked what the best feelings in the world are.

My immediate thought was: seeing my children sleep. They are utterly beautiful as they lie dreaming, completely unaware of the world around them. Their tranqil faces are a picture of perfect peace, and  their deep, rythmic breaths a symphony I could listen to for hours.

But in a close second place of Best Feelings Ever, it has to be watching a night sky so full of stars that you have to pick out the black background, rather than the twinkling bits . And seeing a sun drop, yoyo like over the horizon while seemingly hoisting a full moon in its absence. And knowing that there is nothing else around you. For miles. And miles. Nobody. Except for the few people sharing the immediate 68 feet of space. And instead of feeling scared at the thought, feeling exhilirated, like you’re the last person on the planet and you’re getting to have a final look round before putting the lights off.

Those are my best feelings in the world.

7 comments February 3rd, 2010