Our lives, when broken down and simplified, are a menagerie of moments. They are a myriad of memories and when we stumble tired and weary up to Death’s door, ready to knock, all that matters is the moments and memories that meander through our minds. What we see and what gets remembered becomes the light bursting through the dark clouds of our passing. Make memories, more moments, but make them with me.
I swam with these beautiful creature. So amazing.