Walking the cobblestone to the parking area after attending an event downtown, the sunny summer afternoon was beautiful and pleasantly mild for June.  The fresh ocean smells of the Old Port were in the air, and embracing . . .You know the feeling?  That cool, oceanside tingle that causes you to catch your breath?  That immersive sensory experience that stops time?

The afternoon was one to turn on the radio, roll down the windows, and take in the entirety of the moment.  Driving away from the parking space, I listened as Van Morrison began to strum his guitar.

That was the point that my heart stopped beating.

The acoustics, mellow mood and lyrics of Into the Mystic could not have been more suited to that moment in time.  That joy turned to . . . more joy?  Bliss, possibly?

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry, smell the sea and feel the sky, let your soul and spirit fly, into the mystic . . .”

That simple experience of walking to my car that day was one of those unexpected, pleasant surprises that can be so reviving and rejuvenating when you least expect it.  That beautiful simplicity I love to write about . . .

Certainly, with the swirling national drama, and the whirling devastation of the natural disasters, the days can be wearing on an emotional level.  I’ll take the joy, the bliss, the simplicity, when it comes . . .

Just yesterday, I was reminded of the experience when Into the Mystic came over the radio, and I was transported back in time to June.  Whenever I hear that music, it will be forever entwined with the beauty of the afternoon . . .

I get goosebumps just thinking about it . . . 🙂