But that's not what matters for this post. What DOES matter is the Sonnenschein family recipe -- the one for the famous healing tonic "Taste of Sunshine." And while the handwritten recipe is lost by film's end
Now, I'm not the world's best photographer (see any previous post I've written that has an image), but I do like to think I can turn a nice phrase. So I'm going to share the literary equivalent of the Sonnenschein lesson: brief snapshots of beautiful moments I've remembered -- or realized -- or recaptured -- in this last week.
* Impromptu peasant meals made out of random fridge ingredients and shared with a friend should be washed down with red table wine.
* The Metro door stops right in front of you on the platform.
* Hot, fresh coffee is tastiest after church, held in a gloved hand, on a sunny winter day.
* A guitar is strumming in the basement. You know a song is about to be born.
* The baby in church whom you first recall seeing as an infant at Easter is now a bouncing baby boy with sticky-up hair and a propensity for wriggling.
* Errands are best run in daylight and on foot.
* You find yourself in the cookie aisle, staring at the shelves. Not buying, just staring. Because sometimes it's ok to stand around and not think.
* Squeaky new galoshes let you walk in every puddle. Warm, dry feet are more fun when decked in argyle.
* Rain makes cities cozy. All that bustle is reduced to the space under your umbrella and the steam on the inside of bus windows.
* The clocks creeps past midnight. You're still in bed with a good book, and have no intention of leaving it until it's finished.
* Luxury: not reading, writing, talking, or thinking in the hour it takes to get from one end of the city to the other. And not hurting from it, either.
* You enter a train station and there stands a good friend you haven't seen in awhile, and he gives you a huge hug and kiss on the cheek and company for the ride -- just when you need to feel you are not alone in the city.
* Why scrape the batter beaters completely clean? Your mother's not there to stop an extra lick.
* Cappuccino is best drunk on a bookstore bar stool.
* Your best friend calls when you're sitting blue on the blue couch. You tell her how you're around but not with people today, and she says she feels the same, and by the time you're done sharing and swapping and giggling and gossiping, you realize you are again with someone, even if she's 180 mi. away.
What are some of your favorite snapshots?