I don’t remember the last time I watched the sunrise. At least, not from somewhere other than the I5 freeway. Was I with a loved one, or all alone? Did I plan on that memory lasting forever? I can’t imagine thinking I’d forget it as thoroughly as I have, much less planning to. Likely, I wanted nothing more than to stow it away for reference in my gloomy hours. “You remember the sunrise that day? It was gorgeous” I’d say to myself as I watched the video that my mind instinctively and perfectly recorded for this precise moment just like I asked it to.
No, I didn’t do that. No exaggerated blink to mimic the shutter of a camera lens, even. Just a hope that this particular moment would provide enough positive feelings to be memorable.
I wonder what other beautiful moments that I trusted myself to remember have been lost to time? How about the last time I intended to watch the sun set – since we’re on the topic. Or, perhaps, the last date I went on with my fiancée, before I knew I’d be with him for the rest of my life.
I wish I could remember what it was like to look up at the alphabet hanging on my teacher’s walls, and not know all the letters.
It’s humbling to remember what kind of amazing things we can so easily forget.