And the young man watched the snow through the windows.
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there.
And it would always stay beautiful there.
And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
And the young man thought: “I’ll just stay here, I’ll just stay here.”
And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window.
And then the bus moved off, down a curve, downward, out of the hills.
Nirvana by Charles Bukowski
Who has not felt that perfect moment at some time in life? It might have lasted for a second or a minute or, if we were really lucky, an entire five minutes.