What is a perfect moment?

A perfect moment is sitting on a boat in the evening, the gentle waves of the marina pulling the craft ever so slightly against its moorings, a lulling rocking.



The fading exhiliration of adventure on the water draining stress and tension from muscles still taught from straining on ropes.



Old friends laughing together, coiling ropes and drinking cans of Blue Moon Bavarian White beer.



Recognizing a piece of music on public radio, crying out, "I've played that! When did I play that?", and the rush of joy when the recollection comes rushing back and the strings and organ come pouring out from not only the radio, but out of memory. And when the laughter drowns out the title of the piece, still lost in the overcrowded oblivion of memory, taking another sip and looking up into the heavens, stars winking around the top of the mast, the orchestra in the mind pulsing in time with the lapping of the wavelets on the hull.