That feeling when you’re reclined on a couch, reading a book or your phone with a drink resting on the floor within reach, and without moving your eyes, you send your hand out to fetch it, you fling your hand out into the galaxy and a moment later, with your mind still focused on your reading, your hand alights, your fingertips touch down, right where they should be, and you’re surprised but also so pleased.
Image: “Nonchaloir (Repose)” (1911) by John Singer Sargent