You wish there were words to capture it - the fleeting feeling that lay on the edge of love and knowing, that holds for moments in the uncertain, before a leap into the dark. That stirring of life in skin that finds itself near another, the taste of wonder and hope. A lifetime wrapped into a smile. The quickly passing ease of laughter.

You would like to sum it up into a single word, even a simple phrase, but get the idea that it can’t be done. An untranslatable feeling, a German word with no English equivalent; a human emotion that precedes language. Endless hours writing might be spent in an attempt to describe it. You would only be dancing loosely around the truth.

Instead then, of translating, you go back to your room and find music that carries memory. Similar moments from your past rise up in the ebb and flow of the songs you hear. With a knowing and slightly heavy sigh, you lean back and savor what you can. Patience and time, confidence hold you in knowledge of tasting it another day.