I've been a bit preoccupied with the subject of time lately and the scattered collage of moments that make up a memory. That highlight reel that runs through your mind when you think about a certain person, place or thing. The most precious of which I tend to clutch tightly- because I know that as time passes, like a dream upon waking, things can fade or be stolen by distraction. I wish I could lock all my memories up in a treasure chest and leave them to my family in a will. I wish I could give the people I love my favorite memories of with them as a gift and conversely, jettison the moments I regret more easily. But perhaps the fact that our memories are things that we alone can appreciate is what makes them so valuable.