Just a few minutes ago, I was having one of those moments of feeling unusually comfortable and content. Being outside on a nice day, especially by myself, makes it feel almost effortless. It's not the kind of happiness I have to work so hard at, but the kind that enters me and swells up, momentarily, without much warning. A surge of sheer happiness sneaks up on me, and almost immediately, I start reflecting that it can't last for long and is nearly gone already. As if I'm preparing myself for some huge letdown, which really is how it feels as soon as such a perfect moment starts to pass.



