Sometimes the moment is hard to get hold of; it twists and turns in the grasp like some untamed beast of time, eager for its freedom and willing to put up a fight for it. It is keen to be gone back into the bushes beyond the reach of now and away, beyond your grasp forever. All that will remain is this memory of something held briefly in the hand and its struggles to escape the now and dive away into the past.
Now, no matter how hard you search the bushes and hedgerows that line the path of your life, you will never find that moment again, even though you can hear it rustling about in the undergrowth of your memory and its plaintive calls calling from a time that will now always be beyond your reach.
Other moments, though, will lie peaceful and still curled in your cupped palms as you reach out to pass that special moment to someone else walking beside you on this path. Both of you will feel the warm slow heartbeat of a moment that you feel you both could hold in your palms together forever as you walk on down this road side-by-side towards whatever you will discover next.
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