Instead, I thought I would share with you one of those exquisite moments that seem to occur spontaneously in Mexico.
While walking through a poorer neighborhood in Melaque, I chanced upon a cul-de-sac that could only be described as eccentrically charming. It had a fountain. A few aging buildings. And a cluster of these flowers. The orange against the lime wall caused me to pause. And to savor.
As I sit here chilled, that moment is passed. Even though the fountain and the buildings await someone else's moment.
Oh, if life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one-!
But, if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.