Some moments in life are too beautiful—and too fragile—to capture with a photograph. The instant you reach for the camera, the moment shatters like glass.

I mourn that I cannot share these fleeting glimpses of beauty with the world. So instead, I quietly etch them into memory, tucking them away like hidden gems. On rainy days, I take them out again and let them fill my soul with light.

Since I have no pictures to show you, I will try to describe them the best I can.

Snapshot 1
One afternoon, I pause on my way to the market to watch a group of children playing in their front yard. The golden sunlight filters through the trees, casting a soft, almost magical glow over the scene. Their laughter rings out as they chase one another—completely unaware they are creating something sacred. No one is posing. No one is performing. Just pure, unfiltered joy.

Snapshot 2
There’s a small wooden house in my neighborhood, tucked between much nicer homes. A humble place—worn, but full of life. The family who lives there are day laborers, toiling each day just to put food on the table.

One day, I pass by and see the mother and grandmother bathing the baby in a small tub out front. As they tenderly care for the little one, the world fades around them. Their movements are gentle, their eyes full of love. It’s clear: this child is their treasure. This moment—so simple, so human—quietly stirs something deep in me.

Snapshot 3
And then there’s the man at the market who sells eggs. He greets every customer with the warmest, most sincere smile—like he’s truly glad you came. He carefully helps you pick out the best eggs, and always insists on giving a discount for larger purchases. He never rushes. He gives dignity to something small. Somehow, his presence feels like a gift.

I love beautiful things. And I find people the most beautiful of all.
Sometimes, those fleeting moments—where you catch a glimpse of something real and luminous—are worth saving in your heart.