Spaulding Gray (who sadly committed suicide despite creating the notion of the “perfect moment,” and claiming to have had a few) spoke of the “perfect moment” as that moment in time when what what you are experiencing erases all of your troubles from your mind as well as your sense of your daily life as filled with anxiety. It’s a moment of bliss. A moment of pure joy in a lifetime of compromised happiness.
Well, I’ve been fortunate enough to have a number of such moments. And, I had a wonderful one today. For the first time in my life I drove through the Alps, both the French, Italian and Swiss Alps. The most spectacular being the Swiss. It was a clear day but with enough clouds to complete the picture. Wow! Then, tonight we arrived at our historic and beautiful hilltop chateau and our exceptionally beautiful view beyond my frail to ability to adequately describe. And, later, as Bonnie and I sat on the balcony eating the most unforgettable risottini I’ve ever tasted, and, sitting next to Bonnie, the love of my life, taking in the view, I had one of the most memorable “perfect moments” of my very fortunate life.