Every time, I feel like capturing a moment, I feel for sure that it was the most beautiful moment that I have ever lived.
I re-live it. And console myself that those moments are eternal, for I can always fly back, live in those moments and come back to present.
Another moment.
Another hour.
Another day.
Again.
Then again.
Stacking my eternalized experiences.
Rewind.
Today was another day of such moments.
In Niagara today.
Which moment can I afford to miss?
Which moment can I afford not to capture?
The holy mist
The heavenly spray
The swaying on the waves
The thundering roar of the falls
The hooting wind
The prickly cold after drenching
I close my eyes.
I fly towards those thick strong clouds.
I look down and I see a heavy shining silver jewellery on a rich green apparel.
I zoom in until the green leaves feel my arm and the silver mist kisses my cheeks.
I float.
There is no rewind.
Paused forever.
