Time can just fly by so fast.

It scares me sometimes. When I see something beautiful, such as the sunset or a blue sky, I start panicking because I can't save the moment. It would never come back exactly as it was.

And because I didn't have a camera with me at the moment.

But still, my photography sucks so it doesn't matter much anyway.

I remember one time as I was sitting in the car, which was directly underneath a streetlight. I had just gotten my contacts, so I could see the light number stuck underneath it: 15. I also remember that the sky was blue with a few cumulus clouds here and there. Suddenly, a brown-red bird flew around the streetlight, circling it twice before finally flying off.

Maybe it was the contrast of the red bird and the sky, maybe it was the tiny details, but the scene just stood out so much to me. I don't know why, and I still don't know. Maybe I'll never figure it out. But I do know that it's these little things that make life so unique and worthwhile.