when i looked into his eyes i could see that he was not only living in the moment , but he was also reflecting back on a memory , a fine moment , something someone said , did , how they looked , something , something , something , that he clearly appreciated , for he always appreciated the little things in life and had a gift of instantly capturing that split second in someones eyes or voice or in the movement of their head or hair or hand that brought them back in time , away from where they were , to a time when they were happy .