A part of my appreciation for the good which moments bring has come from awareness and recognition. But it has also come from a corresponding sadness which arises from their passing. When something that can never quite be reenacted comes to an end, and all moments are that way, I feel a pensiveness within. This pensiveness gives my life a quality that might be best described as bittersweet. And those moments take on double meaning and richness, because they are here now, and because they will not always be.