From my weekly trip to the city. From 16 hour workdays. That morning glow between buildings as the sun is waking, that easy fade in the afternoon from office windows. Wishing there were more hours, minutes to spend washing my hair or rocking my son or closing my eyes.
If there are things remembered when we are no longer on this earth, I like to think of the ways I will see this imbalance as good fortune - the push and pull of being alive.