Some words are perfect words. They bring you right to the mood or moment that they are intended to describe. And I don’t mean some crude onomatopoeia like splash or bark that simply sound like what they are describing. No. I’m talking about something more poetic—yet still more precise.
Reverie is such a word. It’s a small, seven-letter poem. Say it and try not to daydream—even if it’s just a little. It’s not possible.
Every life has it’s pretty moments. Say reverie. Whisper it, and go there now.