Is there a word for a moment in time where we feel absolute bliss?
It happens every so often – these rare nuggets of gold
We have to sift through dark, cloudy puddles to find them
And we stumble upon these rare treasures; they clink on the pan

We dangled our legs off the dock
Eating our sandwiches we picked up on the way;
talk lessened between each bite we took
But the wind was just right and the sun on it's way down
There was an even distribution of clouds amongst the sky

A stone landed in the water. Clink. Bliss.
I looked at you. Your curls pushed back, your eyes focused
on the other side of the bank