There are days when the mere act of seeing feels like pure joy. You're buoyant, so buoyant-cops halt the traffic to let you cross. You feel so rich that you want to share your overflowing joy with others. 'It's Sunday every day ! ' as the song by Prevert goes. The memory of such moments is the most precious thing I own. Maybe because they're so rare. One-hundredth of a second here, one-hundredth of a second there: added all together that still makes only one, two, maybe three seconds snatched from eternity.