Through the lens, I capture a moment of perfection. The sky is a dark clear blue, the pond reflects in high-definition and the greenery lends itself quite nicely. I look up from my camera to find that moment gone. But not forgotten.
Seasons pass and years turn to memories, but I have a tool that aids me in remembering.
I gaze up at the heavens above me and wonder what cosmic camera is watching my moments. Thoughts drift ever upward as my life continues unabated. I glance at them every once and awhile to recall a memory before they float up to the heavens for good.
The space above me hovers just beyond my mental grasp, teasing my mind with tendrils of fleeting images of the past. The future is there too. I just have to make it happen.