When we were in Paris—albeit briefly—Jason commented how he didn’t end up taking too many photos. He was just soaking it all up; being in the moment. It reminded me how many little wonderful moments there have been, and just how important it is to focus and just “be”.
This week was a mix of all kinds of strange weather, with lots of wind, some rain and cooler temperatures. It felt like someone turned off the summer tap. But there were moments—many moments—I noticed clearly and stopped to appreciate.
One day of the week the temperatures soared back up to summer levels, the wind all but disappeared and the sky was magnificent blue. I made time to get out for a longer bike ride. For the first half hour I was consumed with thoughts and stress about work. Finally, I stopped myself. I said, “when I get to the sign for the next town, no more thinking about work”. And I did. I stopped. The day was too perfect to not enjoy the bike ride. Too perfect to not notice the towns, the gorgeous views, the heat on my skin. I looked at the sky and realized this colour of blue won’t last. All the colours shift as the summer weakens. There are few more days of the sun being so strong it changes how everything looks and feels.
Later in the day I sat outside having dinner on the terrace. Another perfect moment. The evenings are getting cooler and being able to sit out comfortably and warmly will soon be a thing of the past. I watched the light change and the clouds shift from early evening to full darkness. It was beautiful, it was magic.
This place, these moments. I never take it for granted.