Where does it all go? This fragile hold on consciousness we walk across our lifetime with ...it leaches away across sunny dawns and frozen winters? It soars on a spring morning when life abounds and the sounds of the world make a path for feet to follow. It resides in dreams of warmth and love and a deep blue sea set in the distance like an aquamarine field viewed from a cliff. It is the sheen of olives or the fired golden haze of bread arising from an oven like a triumph. It is all that we can cram into a short space of time without lingering over regret. You can live your life with what seems all the greatest treasures outside your reach while the ones you truly have remain unremarked and forgotten as you extend yourself toward all these unobtainable goals. It is the thought that nothing truly matters when we are no longer loved that makes each day last a lifetime.