- A dead fish
- A bird eating a dragon fly
- A funeral procession
- The bright orange flash of an oriole's wings
- Wildflowers bursting open
- The delight of my son watching a waterfall
These days are few and fleeting. Temperate and sunny. Unstructured and leisurely. Filled with the sweet sound of first-formed sentences. Lessons in being and how a moment's being slips away into memory. I want to hold each day in my hand, love it, and, without regret, let it go.