Memories connect us to now.
I remember fragments from that land. While we sleep, I replay colors and sounds. While we sleep, our minds steep in, have stepped in memories. Our dreams construct tales that keep silent. One part of the story is this:
Dancing on a roof, under a moon. As bright or as full as you want it. A breeze guides your arms above your heart, your feet fall in sync with the rest of the body. There is only now, this moment to be.