I lifted my phone to catch the moment.
Light was right. Framing felt perfect.
Thumb hovered, ready.
In focusing on the photo, I stepped out of it.
The sound. The air. The quiet detail that only lasts a second.
All softened while I adjusted the shot.
The camera promised proof.
What it took was presence.
We reach for our phones to hold a moment still.
But sometimes the cost is the very thing we wanted to keep.
The memory forms thinner when we’re busy recording it.
Some moments don’t ask to be kept.
They ask to be lived.
