The slow turning of a day around the centre of a moment holds us close to each other, never wanting to let go. We want; we need, time to stop here. Here and now enclosing us and enfolding us in this time that should never end. Here is perfect peace, perfect safety and perfect comfort wrapped around each other as our arms wrap around each other too.
Time should stop now, and not carry on with its seconds falling over one another and stumbling into the minutes, hours, days. All taking us on into that hazy and uncertain future, where we know that times like this must end for us.
It is the mortality though that makes these special times precious, if we had nothing to fear from the future, then these times would not have the importance or the intensity we feel when wrapped inside them. It is only because we know we do not have long, and there will - one day – be an end to all this, we feel this urgency of stasis; this need for the now to become eternal.
If it did become eternal, though, we would soon grow tired of it. We would then long for movement and freedom with the uncertainty the undefined and unknowable future would bring. It is only the knowledge that these times must end, so we can carry on, which makes us want to stay here holding each other close forever.
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