The perfect moments (never last).
It happens to me sometimes.
I leave my house, I feel light and happy.
A ray of sun brings out the glossy shine in my hair*, I feel like I’m dressed to perfection, stylish without being a fashion victim**. My nails are done***. That morning, Chris said sweet things to me****, I talked to my sister on the phone, and I had all the ingredients for a delicious, balanced breakfast*****. The mailman flashes me a big smile and I think about my life, my apartment that’s so nicely decorated, my fascinating job that’s not even stressful at all, and at my life that’s running like clockwork.
And right then, I catch my foot in the strap on my bag and fall flat on the ground. True story.