I wish I have more time

You know those times when everything is just clicking in perfect form, and even when things go wrong, nothing is wrong?

I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't, not really. Until very recently. Even though the cab fares are massive, even though the photo exhibit closed half an hour after we got there, even though the weather was still pretty sharp, even though my shirt collar kept curling inwards, even though I was interrupted by a call, even though we got the wrong bottle of wine, and only realised it halfway through the bottle, even though my shoes were scuffed and dirty, even though I spent way too much money again, even though I had to hang about nordstrom for a good hour waiting. Despite everything, despite all the little things that would normally piss me off to no end, it's all good. I even forgot for a few hours, these few hours. Normally I would remember during those few hours in particular. Not this time.

So this is how it feels.