I love moments, the good ones at least. But even the bad ones stand out so clearly, so starkly against the everyday. I just had a good one, listening to the Cast On podcast, Episode 67. The podcaster, Brenda Dayne, was doing some work for the Smithsonian (I believe) and had stopped in a Welsh pub, where she met a group of older-than-us-or-our-parents gentlemen who burst into song during the course of the recording.
The main singer had a beautiful baritone voice and the rest of the men joined in, harmonizing, and here I was listening half a world away, sitting in an office stuffing envelopes, but seeing these people in my head breaking into song, for crying out loud, which totally proves that I'm Welsh.
I plan on having several more good moments this weekend, since Elm and I are headed to Ashland so she can buy herself some yarn and we can walk through the park looking at all the lovely trees as they turn.
The incident reminded me of the song "Moments" from Into the Woods:
Oh, if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one-!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.
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