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A snowflake on a cold winter day. A sunray that gently caresses your cheek just as you are waking up. The smell of a fresh hot cup of coffee in an early summer morning. Or a warm cup of wine in a winter night, closed under the blankets with nothing but the treasures of a book. Those dreams about having enormous bookshelves with so many books that lifetimes won't be enough for a human to read. Buying small souveniers, mugs and table settings you know you're not going to keep, because you move so much. That strange feeling of peace and harmony that can only get to you at 2am in the morning.
Immersing yourself in a tv series and feeling a little bit empty when it's over. Trying out a new recipe for the first time successfully. The feeling of having hair fall on your forehead on a windy day. Learning a new language. Planning a trip. Buying a notepad. Sewing a dress. Finding shoes. Hand-writing something perfectly. Baking a cake. Smiling. Having a glass of wine on the couch by yourself... in the silence, with only your own thoughts.
Finding a good book. Or a poem. Or a blog. Finding a good picture of yourself, where you remember being the happiest. The smell of snow. And the smell of linden trees. The sound dry snow makes when you're stepping over it. Or stepping in puddles and getting your feet wet when you know you're already wet enough, so trying to keep dry will make no difference. Running for the tram in the rain and smiling all the rest of the way as the sun comes back out behind the cloud.
An Italian song. A French film. A Japanese anime. A Bulgarian sentence. A memory. An overwhelming feeling which has no name, but its strength is enough to stop your heart and freeze you in a moment. Being in love, that mind-consuming, consciousness-altering love, where your whole being feels as if it were made out of crystal and it would dissolve into a river of sand with the simplest touch.
The taste of marzipan. And cheesecake. And apple pie. Ice-cream. Watermelon. And melon.
Eating with chopsticks.
Recognising a familiar word in an otherwise unrecognisable foreign language.
Being able to use grammar or vocabulary that you never even knew you had remembered.
The smell of real cucumbers and tomatoes. And cucumber soup.
The smell of fruit shampoo. The smell of coconut anything.
Writing with different inks.
Writing in pencil.
Learning a feature on a new programme overnight.
Finishing a project overnight just because you can.
Photoalbums.
Sewing machines.
Calculators.
Old telephones.
Seeing antique stores and recognising items you used to have or used to use.
Finding clips of shows you used to watch when you were little and didn't even remember how they were called. Or hearing songs you loved but didn't know how they were called.
Making crafty things.
Cooking for somebody else.
Making someone else happy.
Waking up rested. Falling alseep immediately after being way too tired.
Changing your bed linen and going to bed after a bath.
Remembering your friends. Your friends remembering you.
Someone calling you gorgeous. Or sunshine. Or lovely. And meaning it.
And old friend catching up after four years, unexpectedly.
Tennis.
Taking the stairs.
Walking. Walking. Walking.
Cats.
And dogs.
But mostly cats.
Funny pictures online.
Creative pictures online.
Somebody else's imagination.
Colours, sounds, dreams.
And so many many other things. Like having exact change. Or finding money in old clothes. Or finding old clothes. A taste that reminds you of grandma's cooking. A sound that brings you as far back as you can remember. A smell that in an instant can change your mood and bring you overwhelming memories and feelings. A touch that makes you know someone will be there for you. A smile that lets you know you've changed the day of someone and made it brighter. A word that changes your day and makes it brighter. And so on, and so on. And so on.
There is so much beauty and so much incredible world we have. We exist in this world of endless beauty and magic and imagination, we are capable of so much and we can learn so much and achieve so much and still not know a fraction of what the world has to offer. We are, ourselves, so painfully beautiful, like the butterflies that have been born out of the ugly caterpillars, like the swans that the ugly ducklings transformed into, like the breath-takingly gorgeous flowers that grew out of a simple seed in the ground, simply touched by the love of the sunlight and water that gave them life.
Do you still remember?
That summer
That most splendid
Most lonely of starry nights...
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