The most sublime moments happen when you’re alone. When there’s no one around to see. The moments are fleeting, filled with wonder and awe and pride and you instinctively look around for a witness. You sink the perfect shot. You see the elusive majestic creature. Or you have to back the van up at an angle to retrieve your trailer and you do it so perfectly even you can’t believe it. You know you’re probably ruining the moment when you tell people about it but you can’t help it. It just bubbles out of you like overflowing champagne.
I’m sure there’s a metaphor in these moments. But I’m not going to look for it. I’m just going to collect them in my memory like a root cellar to enter when times are hard.
