Slices of the past

That day was...the kind of day that I wanted etched into my memory. Etched in stone against the river of time that would erode these pictures, these voices, these memories one piece at a time as if they were tiny grains of sand and earth. The seconds feel like the ocean waves washing against my guarded memory of that day. The blue sky, warm weather and pieces that fell into place make me wonder if the universe is a conspiracy or the random set of events toppled by an angry toddler. Did I feel lucky or did I feel like I cheated some cosmic game of chance? I don't know. It happened once. I felt happy.