For little selves in agonies, the world takes time to realize what dreams may come. If we saw this moment at every moment we might learn to welcome missing the smile on memory's face. We'd dive into a pool of pink lemonade, in this moment at every moment, like fools, we'd try to drive to the moon. I'd tell you I love you. In a world without past, and no predictive dashboards, after a long and dirty search, we found fresh seawater and a sandy beach where we could sit and sigh together. My feathered arms trembled as they held you, next to an ocean breezing deep; thrilled by brushing up against another’s wings, things fragile and made for turbulence.