'...I thus reflected on the concept of awe and feeling. To be in a state of awe that has been induced by drink is no state of awe at all. If you intoxicate yourself and dance to the beats ringing through your ears, you are nothing but drugged, intoxicated with a temporary self-induced anti-depressant. The experience of true awe is induced by the subconscious; for the briefest of moments, in a moment of freedom to experience, savour, and be mesmerised without the need of any drug...
As I stepped into the small shop, dripping with the raindrops that had so suddenly engulfed me, I drew in the fine fragrance in the air. I do not speak of conventional fragrance, but rather the smell of the most delightful collection of cheeses, olives and cakes I had ever seen. Charged with the negative ions that the rain had brought with it, I felt (for the briefest of moments) an absolute feeling of serenity. This was not a bakery store, nor a franchised outlet, but an Aladdin's Cave brimming with honesty and passion.
The sight of fine foods was complimented by two beautiful fair skinned young maidens, clad in fine black cotton shirts, sleeves rolled up and light fringes gently caressing their brow. Their appearance though modest, had not been accentuated by layers of make-up and jewellery; they were fair and with the most enticing of smiles, black cotton shirts, rolled up sleeves, very modern, yet carrying a timeless chic and sophistication. To add to this, the strings of Howard Shore's score from Lord of the Rings gently echoed through the premises, and I was in perpetual peace, full of awe and tranquility, an experience I knew that I would savour for a very long time...'
Journal excerpt, dated 8th May 2005, Norwich
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