Keeping a moment alive -- an oxymoron, not the "alive" part, but the "keeping." It can't be held, or set aside in a cage or gilded lockbox. A moment is in movement, gone before you extend your reach. Now, a memory is (perhaps) another thing, but ask me about it again tomorrow. This draft is in response to a prompt from Miz Quickly on Thanksgiving Day, 2022. Happy memory-making!
What would my question be tomorrow, eh?
I don’t remember.