I was gone a few days and it felt longer. I was only a couple of hundred miles away and it felt farther. I was in the throes of love for those I can't have near, where all I could do was to taste, watch, touch, see, and feel the moments and spaces. Moments and spaces of the fleeting and fragile togetherness which feels so natural to do and yet so forbidding in complexity. Part of me wants to be grateful for the opportunity which has only presented itself three times since 1974 for all of us to be together in the same place at the same time; and part of me wants to scream at the unfairness of it all when we will soon separate again. I look for solace in Sohrab Sepehri's poem, trying to enjoy here and now, while it lasts. Life is to repeatedly get wet, Life is to swim in the pool of "now."