A moment in time.

Sometimes I would love to capture them. Hold them tightly to me. Memories are great, but sometimes I would like to be able to come back and have some splendid moments repeated. Obviously that is not reality hence one has memories. Why do they not seem to be enough at times?

So time slides forward with memories left on the mind. Dreams exist and create unfocused moments, allowing grand seconds of escape. The day as a whole will be filled with the usual never ending tide of work. Creating knowledge in odd places and in unknown spaces.

Each of us move along a path. One can only hope a path can parallel another. As the time goes be we criss-cross each other and bump on another, but if we are lucky one can be parallel with another.

Peace.