It was Summer, and it had been a sweltering hot day and evening. We had just eaten at the legendary 'Hotel des Voyageurs' (chez PoPaul) in Beaumont du Périgord (now closed). There was a fête in the village, so we stopped to dance a while. It was probably one of our best days for years.
We've all known times like this, whether they be in Tottenham, Torremolinos, or Trinidad. They become days we don't forget.
When I was younger, and still occasionally today, I tried to fix such moments firmly into my head, so that I could recall every detail at a later date. I imagined it would see me through times of illness or frustration. Of course it never did.
But what else do we have? The good times are there to counteract the bad times. On balance we can but hope that the former weighs heavier than the latter. For some, sadly, they don't.
Some might say 'if we didn't know the lows, we could never appreciate the highs'. I'm not sure about this, but no doubt it makes certain people happier with their lot.
We all meet people for whom the bad times seem endless (I imagine certain trolls feel thus), and it must be hard for them. Some live with constant pain, others with unrelenting mental issues. None of us are responsible for the woes of others, but we can at least sympathise.
The above photo hangs at the side of our fireplace, where it is on open view. It reminds me constantly of life's variety. A mélange of hot and cold, peace and war, laughter and tears, even living and dying.
Grasp the nettle and enjoy the sting.