I tend to drift away when speaking... The tiniest things capture my attention ever so gently, as if they move at a beautiful speed.  Time stands still while the most perfect instrumental piece would start playing with the rush of the winds.  Seeing the petals floating, dancing... a lovely spectacle to be mesmerized over.  Ludovico Einaudi's Nuvlole Bian starts playing with a slight crescendo after each note.  It was the most perfect moment I had for myself.  Where you can appreciate the imagination that escapes throughout ones body. 
You know that glorious feeling when wind sweeps away the fabric from your body, forming a pleasurable wave of relief and joy.  Those little forms of ecstasy life gives.  The sense of feeling alive, feeling grand.  Today, I enjoyed a breath of fresh air and exhaled life's worries and pains.
 Stay lovely,
Francheska Natalia