Some days are simply infused with magic. They just can’t help oozing wonder. Every moment drips honey on the last. Some days are simply divine conglomerations of all the wonderful things that could possibly be. And on those days, there is nothing left to do but drink a whole bottle of wine and absorb the wonder of the moment through osmosis. 

Some nights bring you closer to the heart, more in tune with the vibrations around you. They pulsate under the pressure of all that makes them scrumptious. They’re meant to be devoured like canapes, their buzz ferrying you graciously into tomorrow.

Anyway, perhaps you can even find something wrong with a day that falls like a perfect row of dominos. But you’d be missing out on melt in the mouth moments that, once dissolve, don’t come again.