Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.
— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
Don’t you love those moments of kismet that lead you right into the presence of someone you’ve been desperately seeking?