Picture this

The soothing sound of waves playfully caressing the shore,
the sky turning from light blue to light orange to red.

seagulls circling above
distant whispers of couples in love
a dog barks
a page is turned
a bell chimes
a window is opened
a door shuts
a bottle is uncorked
steps on the pier
another breath
a guitar plays the blues
the air is warm
a cat is fed
the beach café closes
a spanish song

People take pictures to be able to relive this moment later on.
Who are we that we need to take pictures of such an untouchable moment?
Why can’t we savour it within ourselves?
Why does it not stay with us?

Why do we always run?