I’ve been sprinting for so long that I nearly ran past the summit. As I ran up this first and daunting mountain of accomplishment it was impossible for me to notice the beauty of the climb. Now that I’ve stopped for a brief moment, I'm noticing the beauty of life from the vantage point of my thirties. I wonder what those moments would look like now that I have the capacity to appreciate them. But, only imagination gives us that ability. Life and time are a one-way street that can only be revisited throughout memories. Or what’s left of them.