When words are like poems

We definitely don't have a word for that special light in Swedish. Yet I think almost everyone can relate to it and the emotion it creates. The natural calmness and tranquility that comes with the sun, shining through the leaves. And maybe the promise of spring. The afternoon sun at the end of a warm day, knowing the evening will be just perfect. Or fall, with the last days of blue skies and colourful leaves before they all drop from the trees. It is like I have always missed a word for this. Komorebi. 

In this beautiful short clip, they talk about words that are culturally specific and rarely have a translatable version in other languages. Words that tell something about what is important in a culture. When I start thinking there are so many words I miss. Like the loneliness after being close to other people. Or the awkwardness when you get misunderstood and try to explain and just get more misunderstood. The sense of relief when the day is over. Or waking up in the middle of the night, looking out over a city not seeing anyone and feeling disconnected from the world. Floating on the surface of the ocean, looking up at the sky being united with universe. What if there was one word to describe each experience? And maybe that is why a word like komorebi is a small poem in itself. To concentrate something very essential. And being able to share it.