Something brilliant came to mind today, arising somewhere between arrivals and departures, during one of a number of my trips on public transport. It was as brilliant as the sun, whose brightness brought out my sunglasses. It was perfect as the winter sky was blue, impeccable, cloudless, seamless. It reflected everything and everyone that I found before me, around me, within me and without me. It was a priceless gem.
So now I thought I’d note it here.
I wish I could. But, I must admit, I can’t remember what it was.