An ice sculpture is beautiful partly because it won’t last. Some moments are like that. Be there for them.

Some things are good precisely because they cannot be kept. A last season with a team, a summer with one particular group, a house you are about to leave: the ending is part of why they are so vivid, and trying to preserve them mostly means missing them while they happen. Nothing is wasted by being temporary. Attention is the only way to actually have it.

When you are in one of those this week, put the phone away for an hour and be there. Take one photo instead of thirty. Say the thing you would say if you knew it was the last time.