My mind takes snapshots of its surroundings. No kidding. I can see them once and once alone though, and only for a split second, and then, poof!, they disappear. And I really just wish I could save them, just record them and file them away for later viewing.

Like the old man coming out of the drugstore last week—snap!—and I get one of the sunlight surprising a man’s scrunched face.

Or yesterday, as I was driving, catching eyes with a girl—snap!—I get a wide-eyed face hinting of interest maybe, attraction. I’ll never know.

Or turning a corner, seeing a couple bicker, and—snap!—an angry man, leaning forward in a berating fashion, eyes nearly closed.

But the snapshots of my eyes, my life; no matter how good they are, I can never hold on to them, they always fade away.