Enchantment.

For words.

Enchantment for words. Sometimes numbers as well. To satiate the insatiable urge to quantify, qualify and preserve. To capture in a few fleeting sentences whole hours. An annoying habit which, my guess is, led to the invention of the camera and gtalk archives. But what about the wee, wee hours of the morning when time was spent just enjoying silence together? Or the previous night with too many narrations and not enough words? And our expressions which no camera can justly freeze.

To capture them would be to do injustice to their entirety, to our sense of being in the moments of their occurrence.

Moreover, you need the words and the cameras. Fortunately, all I have is the smile that refuses to leave me since the time we made plans and my arms open wide in a feeble attempt to define the abundance of the last week. Enchantment indeed.