Coming, Going
One of our sons lost a particularly special memento today, a blue bracelet with home memories that he picked up just before we left the USA last summer. It’s been on his wrist ever since.
I don’t want to treat his loss lightly. He is devastated.
We realized it was missing this evening after a walk and some ice cream in downtown Kuala Lumpur. I’d just taken this photo:
These folks had arranged themselves for a group shot, and I thought it might be funny to take their photo in the seemingly iconic spot … in front of a lighted fountain shaped like stacked tea saucers.
Who are they? I don’t know … but there we all were. For a moment.
It wasn’t a momentous moment. Not like, say, football fans gathering for kick off tonight between Barcelona and Real Madrid. (I’m not happy with the final score.) Or, say, an entire country’s-worth of voters gathering for Kenya’s election tomorrow.
Still, there we all were. For a moment.
Fountain picture. Giggle. Finish ice cream. Satisfied. Bracelet is missing. Sadness. A moment.
We come and we go through moments like this — momentous and not-so-momentous.
And I think *all* of them are worth writing about.








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