if you would stop and notice that we number every day but allow the many moments left uncounted slip away you dont have to count them just enjoy them one by one then things would take a different hue and sparkle in the sun the winds would lift you up into the sky the winds would lift you up into the sky above where you would see a trail of treasured memories you love a rainbow record of the thoughts and moments youve enjoyed arcs behind the earth as spectral colors in the void in the void scents and subtle sounds