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- First evening in Havana, Cuba.
- A recommended author enjoyed.
- New notebook. New goals. Fresh determination.
- That letter re-discovered.
- Successful skipping. At last.
- Mountains at dawn.
- Baby delivered. Mother and baby happy and well.
- The deal closed and the target hit.
- Inspiration: at last getting it.
- Your start-up is official.
- Perfect ravioli 'built' for supper.
- Pushing through.
- Sunday street market in Madrid.
- 'Yes'
- London: early, 5am.
- The best gag you have ever heard.
- Awaking refreshed.
- The colour of brick: stunning in the lashing rain.
- The quiet and cool of the cathedral.
- Pen on paper and the mood finally captured.
- First spring sunshine.
- Bread cooling: fresh from the oven.
- Fog rolling in. Pier 5, San Francisco.
- Picking the grapes yourself on a hot hillside somewhere not so far from Carcassone.
- The last exam ever.
- Perfect coffee with perfect company.
- That old hoodie: it's done a few trips.
- His hug.
- In a cafe and a reminder of a lyric of a song that seems written for you. Now.
- Realising you are serious.
- The dive into the chill water at exactly 12 noon in the hotel in Portugal.
- A pause in your step as you remember that glance.
- That goal, that catch, that run...
- Flickering candle pushing back the evening.
- The beach that stormy morning.
- The party in full flow.
- Manuscript delivered.
- Turkish coffee and halva.
- Your child's yells of delight at chase, once more, again!
- Nothing to be done: a clear day ahead.
- Freshly ground black pepper.
- The poem understood.
- Fresh snow across rooftops of London Town.
- Lost keys found.
- An interview at last.
- The garden gate fixed.
- Perfect picture grabbed from the back of the bus on the way to Salamanca.
- The reassurance of the beep of the bread van, coming real soon.
- A personal best.
- That tune from The Magnificent Seven.
- A new city and a new art museum.
- A perfect breeze on a perfect day.
- The first list in Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried.
- A friend helped.
- Paris, Ile Saint-Louis: "cafe petite noire", 7am.
- A shirt well ironed.
- Just knowing she'll turn up: late perhaps. But she"ll be there.
- The shower after the marathon.
- Simple omelette: eggs, onions, salt and black pepper. Perhaps some garlic. Go on: red pepper, too.
- After weeks on the road: checking out. Done, dusted and heading home: the feel of that taxi seat.
- Dahl and rice.
- The catch caught.
- The glass blown.
- The flag fluttering.
- The coffin lowered.
- The prayer read.
- Up town, mid town, down town: lights on green.
- Azure 007FFF.
- Rain bouncing off shoes well polished.
- The entry of a new Dickens main character.
- First love, first movie.
- It adding up.
- Fresh salad. Scattered herbs. Few sun-dried tomatoes.
- Steve McQueen and that car chase in San Francisco in Bullitt.
- Man turns a broken flint into an axe-head.
- Sitting in a cafe, up at the window bar. Just watching the world go by.
- Realising seven is lucky for you.
- Leaving home; van packed; unsuspected tears.
- Kids and dinosaurs.
- A decent size note/bill found in a rarely worn jacket pocket.
- Eating paella near the local bullring in a town you can't pronounce in Los Pueblos Blancos, Spain.
- The traffic eases. Your heart rate calms. You will make the most important meeting of your commercial life to date.
- Musing on The Rosetta Stone.
- Bare feet on cool marble in Southern Spain.
- Doubt.
- Realising the Periodic Table is not a matrix but advanced poetry.
- That old postcard of Inverness: a former you a lifetime ago.
- A lifetime in the record shop in Brighton.
- A profitable quarter says the accountant with surprise.
- First time in the desert.
- That shared, knowing look.
- Resigning.
- Propelling pencil on cartridge paper and a likeness appears.
- "To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
- Know a moment.
- Take a moment.
- Have a moment.
- Make a moment.
- Be a moment
- Any minute.
- Any day.