I wanted to savor the moment. Wrap it up in paper and put it in my pocket. Then, a light bulb lit up in my dim brain. It would take only a camera, a pen, and a willing heart. Against all odds, I would climb over the wall I had placed in my mind and heart. I ran down the street, past a laughing couple and a horrifying looking bug tanning on the sidewalk. I reached the store, running in and passing all the directions for the holiday of love. I ran and grabbed a camera, went in self checkout, and left with my brand new camera. I steered around the rotten apple core, avoiding a painful injury. I hoped whoever ate it wasn't poisoned by their evil step-mother. I walked along. I ignored the endless chatter coming from the pedestrians. I ignored the posters flapping in the wind, demanding justice for the victims of the world (although, aren't we all?). Although, I let my eyes stray and capture the moment of two boys playing with their sticks, using them as play swords as they jabbed at each other. I could almost see the ruins around them, the two crowns on top of their blond heads. They would be fighting over a simple thing like a dragon scale I bet. I would have taken the picture, but my gut told me it wasn't the right time. All the walking made me a bit hungry, so I made a small detour into the ice cream shop. The familiar smell of flavors hit me. I picked an oatmeal raisin cookie to go with my praline ice cream. It was my grandmother's favorite kind. I then started to walk again, beginning to think about the nights me and my grandmother would tell stories huddled in bed. I was afraid to start bawling in the middle of the sidewalk, so I started to run. Before I knew it, I was back to where it all started. I sat down on the grassy hill, hearing the playful bark of a puppy. I took the camera out of the package, lifted it up to my eye, and pressed the button, capturing an eagle soaring across the pink, golden sky. I set my camera on the grass, taking a long, deep breath.

Truly in the moment, I took out my little notebook from my jacket pocket, my dull pencil, and wrote,

A new day, a new beginning has arrived. Here's what happened...