Pretty Words

This is is just something I read while looking for options for a name for a Boutique Hotel that we needed to create for a Marketing assignment in college. It's just so pretty, I couldn't resist but share.

I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish
 Which circle slowly with a silken swish,
 And tender ones, like downy-feathered birds:
 Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
 Come to my hand, and playful if I wish,
 Or purring softly at a silver dish,
 Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds.
 
 I love bright words, words up and singing early;
 Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
 Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
 I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
 Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
 Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.
 
- Elinor Wylie

My time of the day

No matter what kind of a day it's been, when the sun starts setting, the sky becomes an odd orange-ish blue and the sun becomes this odd flood light hitting everything at this odd angle- it always makes me smile. 

It happens around 4-5ish everyday (depending on which part of the year it is) and I've always wondered why, just looking at everything around me- the trees, cars, people, dogs on the street, everything- gives me this funny, happy feeling that only brilliant rom-coms, Bublè/Legend music, or a super-mush book is capable of. The songs on the radio become background music to the rush of over-optimistic, almost movie-like thoughts in my mind. The photographer inside me comes alive, and I wish my eyes were fitted with a DSLR, or that I could just jump out of my car and walk. Smile, sing, and walk. 

I've never understood why just the way the sun hits things around me, can make me so purely happy. Maybe it's because the time of the day reminds of the days in school when 4 o'clock used to be time to go out and play. Maybe it's about how picturesque everything looks. Or maybe just because that's usually how it looks when the heroine, in most rom-coms, has realized what the right thing to do is/who her dream man is/she's in LOVE and walks smiling away to glory on a sidewalk. I'm yet to figure out what exactly it is, but who minds random spurts of caramel-y happiness :)