That which lasts a tenth of a second: the batting of an eyelid, lightning in the sky, the shape of a cloud, the snap of a camera shutter.
That which lasts a second: a cat's meow, goosebumps, a shot on goal, a soap bubble, removing one's shoes, the green ray, a fleeting "I love you".
That which lasts an hour: a bunch of mimosas, the flight from Porto to Madrid, the echoes of laughter, Chantilly cream, a wedding dress fitting, lipstick.
That which lasts a day: congratulations, a snowman when the weather turns mild, morning glory, a sandcastle, the sillage of a perfume, a signon.
That which lasts a few months: the life of a dragonfly, the growth of feathergrass plumes, the visual mess of a street, to build a family joke.
That which lasts a year: a diary, a rockandroll chart, a journey round the world, the shoot of a young rosebush, to master the perfect Moscow mule, a fashion collection.
That which lasts forever: a lived experience, the gravel in a Zen garden, passing time, a memory kept safely in a photograph.
