Delicate Contentment

One day in the middle of a mundane task a delicate contentment gently makes itself known. Maybe you stop, a bit perplexed, and soak it, or maybe somehow you already know its source. You’ll fondly think of them for the first time in what seems to be longer than you once thought possible. Spontaneously the softest of smiles will span across your heart and lips concurrently. It’s a bittersweet place to arrive on a random afternoon. The point where "I will always wish you well" intersects with "I no longer think of you."

My deepest gratitude.