On an ordinary day when you are leading your ordinary life, doing those ordinary things that you do, your ordinary heart decides to jump to your throat and refuses to budge. You begin to wonder how long a moment is. You wonder where you are. You let your limbs turn limp. And seriously, where do you look?
You say the things you don’t want to. You don’t say the things you want to. Sometimes you babble. Sometimes you nod your head too much. Meanwhile you finally understand what Hugh Grant meant when he said, “Surreal…but nice“.
Sometime later your heart might still be ectopic. You might still not know where to look; so you look up at the sky and notice the shards of a big white moon shining at you through a leafy canopy. Why is it shining on your ordinary life? And why does that make you so happy?
Sometimes you dread a moment, lest your heart somersaults in a loop. But when it happens, you don’t question it anymore. You don’t want to know the answers. You are simply thankful for a moment of quiet serendipity.
Surreal is nice.