In this age of hyperspace we are apt to comment on that blur of life flying by our window; though I wonder if a better commentary would read that it's us who are flying by life.
When I consider fond memories of all sizes I find a commonness in the pace of their structure. They are built around a pause. The stillness of the mountains, an honest conversation, a wave on my skin, a laugh, kiss or even something excruciating... Moments where obligations, routines, anxieties are suspended. Where you're well aware of a whispering leaf or a baby's breath.
Life is beautiful, don't miss it.