Lovely, benjamin weinberg! I’ve made a habit of being in a special moment and trying to capture it as though taking a mental photograph. I look around and study the people and things that make up that special moment, trying to paint them into my memory, doing my best to grab the images before they disappear. Later, I pull them out, marveling that all the details are still there as though untouched by time. Besides the pictorial memory, I recall with great clarity the smells and feels of that moment — coffee brewing, a ray of sun on my arm, salty air — although the sense of smell and touch are impossible to seize as one does a visual perception. But, there they are, just as real as they day I experienced them.