मनुजस्स पमत्तचरिनो तन्हा वधाति मालुवा विया  सो पलावती हुराहुरम् फलं-इच्चं वा वनस्मि वानारो Dem Achtlosen ranken Begierden hinein, wie Schlingpflanzen, die einen fassen; von Geburt zu Geburt streift er umher, wie ein Affe nach Waldgenüssen.

Once, in early January, I decided I needed to escape from the city for a while so I went out to the easternmost point of Long Island. I ended up on an abandoned stretch of beach...

the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.