Fleeting - I thought. Like the summer.
It was - just yesterday - beginning...and now here we - at summer's end.
I missed it - I thought. That perfect shot..that perfect day..that perfect moment. It happened so fast..and now - it's passed.
Or - on second thought - Perhaps I didn't miss it at all. Perhaps - I captured it just as it was. Like this moment. Like this flash. Imperfectly perfect..and perfectly not so.
Too hot and too cool. Too dry and too wet. Much much too fast..and sometimes too slow. One minute here..the next minute not.