Remembrances.

As with anything in life, it's the unexpected moments that hit you the hardest. It's the unexpected disappointments, but also (and more especially) the stolen moments of joy. These moments appear, as if by magic, and light up a day, an hour, an evening.

You have to hold onto these moments.

The impulsive moments, the unplanned moments. The fortuitous moments: giving glimpses of a life that might, could be real one day. The unheralded moments, startling in their simplicity, full of sweetness and unlooked-for wonder.

And I don't mean sex, although it certainly will be remembered.

I mean the details. The smell of skin. The sound of breath, calm, then wild, then relaxed. The feel of soft cotton. The crashes, the crescendos. The silences. The whispers. The outbursts. The sly, slow smiles and the way they light up a face.

It's the stolen moments you have to hold onto, that you have to remember, because they are the map: to bodies, to secrets. They are the map to down the road, to forward in time. The map to happiness is in the abrupt and amazing grace of those moments appropriated for yourself, for no one else.

Hold onto those moments. They are remembrances worth having.