small emotions...

"small emotions are what remain. a breeze on a still stretch of countryside can roil my soul. a distant blast of music from the village band evokes an array of sounds in me more complex than those of a symphony orchestra. an old lady on a doorstep makes my heart melt. a dirty child in my path illuminates me. a sparrow perched on a wire delights me in a way i can't explain, like a vision inextricably tied to truth itself."

fernando pessoa, the education of the stoic