That tender moment, warmly snuggled under the wing of the beloved, when I awaken as the atmosphere changes predawn and the right nostril begins to drip. Lying wide awake, afraid to move and break the spell, unsuccessfully holding in laughter as I realize the futility of trying to hang on to a moment. If I was fully Present, I would find as much joy in the getting up to blow my nose as I do lying in my partner’s arms.