28/09/2026
I’ve always had this feeling. I just didn’t know it had a name.
Last night, I pulled the car over because the harvest moon was so huge and beautiful that I couldn’t bear to drive past it without stopping. I just sat there for a minute and looked at it.
And I realised I’ve been doing this my whole life.
I remember feeling it skiing with my parents when I was little. I feel it now, skiing with Bodhi and there’s something about seeing him experience that same sense of freedom that gets me every time.
I feel it swimming in the North Sea with my wonderful friends, when we’re freezing cold and laughing and putting the world to rights.
I feel it walking through the park opposite my house when an ordinary walk suddenly turns into something else because the sky is spectacular and I have to stop and look.
I feel it on the last day of a holiday, when I’m determined to squeeze every last drop out of it because I’m never quite ready for it to be over.
It’s staying at the table long after everyone has finished eating because the conversation is too good to end.
It’s music playing in the car and taking the long way home.
It’s laughing so hard with people you love that your stomach hurts.
It’s those little moments when everything else falls away.
No thinking about what needs doing next.�No trying to make the moment count.�No wishing you were somewhere else.
Just being completely, wonderfully there.
And sometimes there’s this tiny rush of something I can’t quite explain.
This is it.
This is life.
And I really, really love it.
Apparently, the Germans and Austrians have a word for this feeling.
Lebensgefühl.
I’ve always known the feeling.
I’m just quite glad I finally know what to call it.