Most of life’s snapshots come in grand moments. Birthdays, graduations, weddings, anniversaries. All our very first times at so many things. Milestones engrave themselves. We prepare for them. Wait for them. Carefully plan them out. But, every so often, the shutter opens and shuts without forethought. A sliver of life, unaccompanied by prophecy, sneaks in to alter everything all at once. The walls we erect to protect ourselves come tumbling down. We let the world in. I sat there, holding on to such a moment.
