Tight embrace
Tight embrace
I love being at home during a holiday (and when only me and my maid are at home). The feeling of being free and at peace is just too precious and it's something I hardly get. I love it when the day seems so perfect and you can spare the time to indulge in a teeny book and when you finish you can just hug it and let all of it soak in. And a look out of the window you feel the breeze just blowing in and all, and it feels super good and fresh. And you look at the impossibly blue sky and the clouds just floating lazily in it. And a look into the pool and some kids are there in colourful costumes with retarded whale/duck floats around their waists.
I could look out of the window and look forever into the distance-- Street after street, house after house. This is when the ugliness of the world takes a backseat to sheer magic and beauty. I have this strong mad desire to lock the world in my arms in a tight embrace and let its overwhelming.. perfection, no, beauty, soak it all in. Pardon me, I can't the apt words to describe. I take in deep breaths and all, and the feeling of joy and contentment sends me in a dizzying happiness from the top of my head to my toenails. Time it seems, seem to roll along as slowly as possible for me to savour this delightful feeling.
And only one word could possibly describe it all (I think): Bliss.