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When I was very small, I used to try to stop time. I thought if I just willed enough, clenched my hands and dug my nails into my palms, if I just wanted it enough that I could freeze the world into a moment. Every now and then, I find myself doing the same thing. Yesterday was like that. A perfect azure sky and weather in the mid seventies, towels on white rocks, the cold blue-green water of Lake Travis, swimming naked, floating in the small waves, copper colored lizards, and the sort of perfect happiness of doing absolutely nothing productive other than working on my tan.