As I think about the last few years, I cannot ignore the feeling of innocence a child might remember from a dream about the moment when innocence is restructured into a form unrecognizable to that child.........as if memory is an illusion created upon a screen where the past gets all smashed up into a single moment where all things that happened are merged into a single moment of joy.

Finding a stone on the ground which is sand and very wet and there are living creatures here on this beach and the sun is going down and it is getting a bit cold and I have to walk back to the car now.

There are other people here, their shadows are long and they are speaking quietly and thinking about dinner and the day and if they can remember their childhoods as if all the moments are smashed into a single thought of a cool summer evening and everything was perfect.