collecting moments

Moments are shiny slivers of time that burst like soap bubbles just when you notice them. They are nearly impossible to hold onto. Once they disappear, you find yourself looking around for any remnant of what they were or of what they represented. At least I do anyway .... That is, unless you use a net to capture them! A net that brings the moments back to life or perhaps the real magic is in not letting them burst in the first place! Different nets, catch different things. Like children laughing so hysterically that you can hear them in the still shots of the photographer's net. Or the vibrations created by the undercurrent of the dancing words in the sentences of a net that an author uses. Or when you hear a smile over the phone simply because of the way the tone bends in the connecting net. Then there's the net that only exists because you choose to acknowledge it; Like when you notice a look in someone's eyes and for just a moment there's an exchange that stays isolated in the net of space between them until the moment is inhaled by the braver of the two. Oh and the moment when a string of lyrics forms a net to hammock the pieces of a broken heart. But one of my favorites is the net of a hug that holds the sensation of a hand lingering just a second longer than it did the last time and the silent buzzing created by the resistance to let go.  There are so many moments that are alive in a secret world all of their own. I want to visit there often. I want to notice the unnoticed and along the way, collect the moments in a glass jar for light to shine through ... and others to be touched by.