While on the shop and street I gazed
My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
Every taxi ride we have, to and from an airport, without fail, a tune from the 1980s is on the radio. Usually, it is one that Kate and I loved or at the very least is a pleasant memory. Leaving Rome we heard Joe Jackson.
It made me feel as happy as a man can feel. Every time I have this soaring joy, It makes me think of Yeats and the poem I quoted from above. The funny thing was that when we hopped of the plane, in Venice, Lucy said something similar about “…feeling as happy as I can…” and I knew how she felt.