On a Rainy Morning in Paris, I fell in Love with a Moment

And the moment became an unforgettable memory.

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It was a rainy day in Paris when Isabelle was sleeping.

Her face lightly resting against the pillow brought memories of a painting I’d seen before.

Her beauty was radiant; her skin, immaculate. She was a work of art in all its glorious essence.

I’d never seen such peace and beauty together on a face.

Barely awakened, all I could think was doing some writing about that moment.

The words flowed as easily as if they were pouring out of a fountain. The magic of the moment revealed itself in all its awesomeness. If there’s a way to describe what inspiration is, that is it.

Paris has a way to acquaint your senses like that. There's so much beauty everywhere that such aspiration is unavoidable. 

When it rains, all things transform into something so surreal that it's not easy to describe. 

Painters and poets go outside or sit by their windows and balconies to awaken their muses. 

If it happens in the Fall, inspiration explodes with hearts filled with stimulated elation. Emotions flow easily just as they do now as I reminisce.

Why does Paris hold such magic?

Maybe it's called the City of Light or the City of Love for a reason.

It enlightens your heart like no other and if it happens that you're lucky enough to be in love while there, such experience will make all the difference. I fell in love with Isabelle’s beauty that morning. Or was it the utter perfection of the moment?

Maybe a cold and rainy morning in Paris helped, but one thing is true.

Some moments are timeless, regardless of where we are, and will remain that way for the rest of our lives.

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