Memories are a portal to whole states of being.
You can Alt-Tab freely between them.
A run across the downs in spring: hawthorn, bluebells, salt/seasmoke, gorse, sweet vernal.
Eating nectarine, your toes spread in cool sand, taboo pleasure.
Far out to sea, silent lightning turns night clouds into giant lanterns.
The whole of time has relevance only in that it bookends a moment.