"The irony and tension fade away, and I am home once more.
I don't want to ruminate on happiness. It is much simpler and much easier than that.
For what has remained untouched in these hours I retrieve from the depths of forgetfulness is the memory of a pure emotion, a moment suspended in eternity.
Only this memory is true in me, and I always discover it too late.
We love the gentleness of certain gestures, the way a tree fits into a landscape.
And we have only one detail with which to recreate all this love, but it will do: the smell of a room too long shut up, the special sound of a footstep on the road.
This is the way it is for me.
And if I loved then in giving myself, I finally became myself,
since only love restores us."
Camus, A.  (1913-1960) in Between Yes and No (1937)