Did some cleaning, beer break
Missed out on shrimp bisque and chowder because my allergies killed my tastebuds :(
Post ride meal with @brian_ace (at Superba Snack Bar)
Woohoo! Nice ride today (at CicLAvia To The Sea)
Sunday mornings with this guy #WHPpetportraits
Feels like summer today (at Caffe Vita Silverlake)
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
At the level of positivity resonance, micro-moments of love are virtually identical regardless of whether they bloom between you and a stranger or you and a soul mate; between you and an infant or you and your lifelong best friend. The clearest difference between the love you feel with intimates and the love you feel with anyone with whom you share a connection is its sheer frequency. Spending more total moments together increases your chances to feast on micro-moments of positivity resonance. These micro-moments change you.
“Sometimes magic is just someone spending more time on something than anyone else might reasonably expect.” Wisdom from Penn & Teller’s silent half.
Roald Dahl put it another way: “Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”