23.07

I sat on the steps of my hostel looking at the skyline of Rio de Janeiro. My bags were packed and placed on the step behind me. I waited for my taxi, and at that moment the Irish guy I grew to know in the last few days, connected his Ipod to the amplifier. I don’t know what song he played, but it was a real nice piece.

Such a simple moment.

I wish I could take this moment and pack it tightly in a box, so that whenever I open it, I could get that feeling back.

I felt full.

Unfortunately, you don’t pack your feelings. They come and they go.