Last summer, it was the song … the one that just brought the happy. Funny how that happens with some songs.

That they can just magically lift us up.

Last summer was also Paris. The Frenchies happen to love Adam Levine almost as much as me and this song was played non stop. So I can’t help but be taken back when I hear it …

To dancing down the aisle at the Monoprix on Rue {de} Vaugirard and singing — two things I almost never do in public. I’m usually much too caught up that someone might see me being {gasp} so foolish, but when in Paris … I seem to lose certain inhibitions.

And that moment of living, at some place as generic as a Monoprix, will always live on. That utter feeling of lightness and joy coursing through my body. The laughter of the employee who saw me and the silent conversation exchanged by that laughter, the recognition of something. Some thing greater about life.

I was there without knowing I was. The best kind of there to be.