“But memories are time beings, too, like cherry blossoms or ginkgo leaves; for a while they are beautiful, and then they fade and die.”
Ruth Ozeki, A Tale for the Time Being

I spend most of the day with Percy. We sit on the floor of the library and read until I hear his stomach growl. After lunch we play made up games with his toys. Three times he crawls up into my lap for unsolicited cuddles. He moves in close, snuggling his head into my neck and I vow to burn this day into my memory.