The wind blows subtly through my undersized, old t-shirt. The grass dances gently to its music. I rush to snap a shot, marveling at the view that I behold.

I look at you and I see you there, fifty years on, in the same spot. Me by your side. I’m still better looking than you, hon. I must have quit smoking.

We lay on the many shades of green. We cuddle. We close our eyes.

And that’s how I’ll always remember you.

And all this because of Feeder’s Feeling A Moment.