Petits plaisirs

1. The sounds of a thunderstorm just above one’s head. Standing on the doorstep and listening to the rain fall, focusing on different depths and sounds on different materials. Reaching out with one’s fingers, catching some huge drops, and thinking of someone very intently. Watching the lightening and letting the time and the tempest pass.
2. Cool sheets and a fast-paced hardback after a long day. Feeling sleep come over one’s entire being during the brief pleasure of reading and abandoning the story just before falling asleep, knowing it will remain for the next evening. Not really wanting to finish the book because it consists of perfect sentences and quirky characters and everything in-between.
3. Running on soft, sandy ground and getting a feeling of being-in-movement back. Smelling the damp ground and the forest. Stretching afterwards and feeling liquid because of the heat and the endolphins swimming in the blood.
4. Dinner in a proper Indian restaurant with someone who knows how to have conversations and laughs. Creating a little universe that consists merely of two people momentarily interrupted by a waiter with so much politeness it hurts.
5. Strolling through a market and observing everything to the smallest minute detail. Smelling everything and listening to random snippets of conversation while moving about. Speaking to people without the slightest intention of buying anything, and then getting involved with sympathies. Buying in the end all kinds of vegetables that take too long to cook, cloth that might become, one day, a pair of trousers, and flower seeds.