I was told not to capture this sunset.
I was told to live in the moment.
I still remember that moment.
I still peg it in my mind and in my heart.
I still remember playing guitar next to her.
As I sang about that moment.
I still remember that.
But remember this...
Was I thinking about that moment before I read this text again?

If I wasn't than there IS a reason to capture those moments.
If not in their entirety than as book marks.
Because that's what reloads the memory.
All I need is a trigger.

When she first dumped out the coins.

Coin Pile.

It was better than coin star. Only you didn't get money back.
You get smiles and the knowledge that your helping out people you
care about.

Givers Remorse?
Well it isn't buyer's remorse but I apparently was more generous
than I realized when I dug out many handfuls of the change
to place into Rachel's purse.
Turns out I had approx. $143 dollars in change in half that tub
which was dumped onto the floor of my friends place.
And they quickly went to work to count it all.
And it's now theirs.

I think I saw all those piles of quarters and in the past I've
sort of ignored it but when it was someone else counting and collecting
it caused me to re think the way I handle change.

I think the lesson was...
You lose a lot of money if you ignore the change.

Anyway, I know I can't take that back and I wouldn't want to.
They really can use it more than I and I still have half a tub
of change anyway.

I had no idea I had hundreds of dollars in change sitting around in
coins.
No idea. I still grapple with it.

Besides, it felt good to see everyone suddenly become so happy
and now they can better afford their own food. So that's good and
I know I wasn't going to do anything about those coins anyway.

Sisters.

She's walking with a staff?