Ive noticed that in life there are stopping places, yet no one stops there:
You are experiencing your life, moment by moment, and you are having chicken dinner with your family, or you are doing homework with your child, or you are at some social gathering and there it is! The moment that will be one of the most vivid to you for the rest of your life!
And it simply goes by. Only later and sometimes , much later, upon referring to that time in memory do you realize that that one moment stands above the others. And it is not only vivid, and salient, but also that awful word: precious.
Three years ago, in June, my husband Stephen and I went to the older more interesting part of the town of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico to take a much needed vacation and do some work on writings. He was sitting on the veranda which faces the fast sea with his mini-laptop open before him, staring into it. I wasnt looking directly at him, but at his reflection in the window behind his incongruously baseball -hatted head. In that pane was only himself and sky, which was pale orange this time of day with two long palm trees side by side and black against the luminous view. He was concentrating hard and didnt know I was watching him. His late afternoon growth of beard, his thick dark brows, his distant gaze into his own imagination those sea blue eyes - I loved him so much at that moment I could have stayed there, just stayed, looking at this captured afternoon for an infinity of time.