Have you ever found yourself opening your eyes only to realise that you are in the right place with the right person, that you are completely happy but somehow you don’t remember having drawn up a master plan to get to that point in life?
That is precisely what I felt this last 28th of June. Without understanding exactly how, I found myself in the grounds of a Baroque palace on the outskirts of Oxford, with Ludovico Einaudi sliding his fingers across a piano in a mesmerising harmony, and with the electrifying presence of the love of my life, holding my hand in his.
I could clearly remember images of the distant past and recent memories, but I struggled to understand how life had woven the time lapses between those images into a dream-like tapestry to take me to that precise moment. That perfect moment.
Without a doubt, life has taught me valuable lessons in recent months. I’ve learned that things hardly ever happen as expected and that no spreadsheet, list or Gantt chart will ever be able to encapsulate all the nuances, ironies and surprises that the future holds. My life is nothing like I imagined it would be years ago. For some reason I still can’t comprehend, it is infinitely better.
And finally, I leave you with the musical piece that has inspired the title of this post and perhaps the one that overwhelmed me the most, the afternoon of June 28 at Blenheim Palace.