Run them down...

The fireworks went on for nearly half an hour, great pulsing strobes, fiery dandelions and starbursts of light brightening both sky and water. It was hard to tell which was reality and which was reflection, as if there were two displays, above and below, going on simultaneously - one in space-time, and the other in time-space. One in his heart and one in his soul. As the night sky slowly turned pitch black once more, he wished days like this weren't so fragile and slippery and impossible to nail down for study in one's leisure. Because as it so happens, the really great moments pass through him like whispers or shadows. They shimmer, but don't adhere. They touch, but never hold on.