I love toying with this in my stories. I love stretching and playing with moments, something that in some way touches me or gives my characters depth where I didn’t know there was any before. Sometimes it makes my characters and transforms them and my story.
I don’t know what moments mean in real life—like the scent I sometimes catch that reminds me of sleeping bags and the babysitter I went to when I was younger. Like riding in the car and daydreaming the whole trip. Like forever remembering a snippet of conversation and a feeling of that moment. Or that dream that even after you woke up, wouldn’t leave you alone and lingered long after it should’ve dissipated as the dew on morning’s grass when faced with afternoon sun. I suppose it means the same thing in real life as it does in stories—texture, depth, and just a piece of something to stay with you to remember what the story was about.