This moment here now reminds me of going home after a long walk on a Sunday afternoon, going home after long years and months away, coming back in a minute, setting oneself in motion, yet standing still for a second.
It reminds me of all the things to come and go. Grand, heartbreaking, amazing: all of them important things. Things with names. And this moment unnamed, in a space untouched, at an hour unsaid, is holding them in a serene indifference.