Moment-o-us

Salty and sassy, the musk of the ocean teases our noses with an innocent smile. Evening sun caresses our faces with its warm fingers, playfully enticing us into its mystery. Breathing deep, we surrender to the embrace...

A rare evening, just the two of us, T and I decide to walk to dinner so we take off out of the hotel on foot. Across the street there is this Irish pub called Sla'inte, which apparently means health. The challenge is to get to health, we have to cross an eight lane thoroughfare, reminiscent of Frogger, forcing us to wait an inordinate amount of time for the signal to change then sprint to stay ahead of traffic.

The food isn't great, but that's not the point, as we share knowing smiles and chat about how the weekend is going, life and other unimportant things. Finishing our meal, we prepare to return to the hotel only to find the sky has opened, pouring sheet after sheet of rain. No car, no umbrella, we are faced with waiting it out or getting wet.

Without a backward glance, hand in hand we push into the rain, not because we have any pressing appointment, but because sometimes its fun to play in the rain. Grace clears the way, giving us favor with the lights at the crossing as we skip through the puddles. Soft laughter precedes our rain slick lips meeting, sharing warmth amid the cool drops.

Perfect moments happen in the most imperfect circumstances.

Easily they slip through our fingers, ruined by everything going on around us, until we realise that's not what its all about.

Not rain.

Not bland food.

Not traffic.

Because if it is, you're going to be sorely disappointed...

In moments like these.