A moment

Half a headache from seriously skipping the gym this week - I'll go tomorrow, promise. My father's energetic voice still echoing in my ears. The smell of fresh catfood in my nose. Last traces of frozen yoghurt on my tongue. A bluegrey dress in perfect evening light. A stack of paper with design drawings to my left, Handbuch der Ornamentik to my right. And E. asks: Why can't one be happy like this all the time?