A mouthful of glass
Most of the time, it’s just too much.
Too much to notice, too much to sense, too much to appreciate, too much to experience, too much to remember. At times, you think it’s a shame. Other times, you realize it’s a necessity; let your sleeping mind do its pitiful best to sort out the infinite abundance of forgotten moments so you can hope to catch the ones that matter before they pass you by.
A sieve in the river.
But there are moments– exceedingly rare moments– when everything snaps into focus around you. Time halts. Suddenly, nothing stands a chance of escaping your attention or your memory. In a flash, the present is severed from the past.
Then time resumes as though you’d never owned it.