I wished you were there. The light on the lake was beautiful. It reflected the sunset with the perfect silhouetted skyline of trees and the occasional house on one side, and on the other the blinking yellow-and-white buildings of the city I call mine. Shining pale blue, yellow, pink and purple. The very vision of surreal beauty, the perfect example of the simple miracles that the Universe puts around us. I probably would have felt safe with you there, even in the inch-thick layer of water that the uncharacteristically warm weather had melted from the thick layers of ice over the lake.

It was one of those moments that you will never see twice. That not even the best of technology or the best photographers can capture properly - as beautifully - without any enhancement (without anything making the beauty different). The moments you store in the back of your mind and keep safe for a later date. The moments that inspire you. The moments that make you realize how small you are compared to all of the big and beautiful things in the world, and how absolutely glorious that is. It was one of those moments that I see when we kiss and I close my eyes. The moments that you call fireworks.

It was one of those moments that remind me of the Universe’s love. That it has put these things here - these beautiful things, for us to appreciate, to enjoy. That nothing besides these beautiful things and these beautiful feelings matter. That the rest is all obsolete. Is all meaningless. That nothing matters but joy, but happiness, but love, but beauty, but peace, because we only have one life and that one life is so very fleeting. It isn’t a right, it’s a gift to be cherished every moment of every day, and it could be gone so fast.

The only thing that could have made it better, is if you were there to hold my hand.