Objects In Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

There are countless things in life I wish I could capture and hold on to. Capture on film, distill into a photograph or find the right words to cling onto someone else’s senses, wrapping around until the feeling is in their bones too.
The summer train rides home from the city. If only I could keep hold of that exact colour of light that fills the carriage as the sun sets outside. Half blinding and half intoxicating as everything appears beautiful in the glow. If I could pause, outside of it all, and memorise the caress of the breeze against necks, whipping up those soft hairs with that song playing in your ears. The satisfaction of being on your way. Even if your destination is nowhere special, the happiness spreading like warmth through your limbs makes you forget.
It’s my ambition to curl my fingers around those moments and grasp them tightly until, in the grips of winter, I can crawl under the covers, peel back my fingers and soak in those feelings again. To feel it all again.