This body, holding me, reminding me that I am not alone.
I think the character inherent to each theatre in life is only given color by its relationship to the rest. There's a quaintness to the cheap, but decent, breakfasts that I enjoyed at a rotation of lowish-end casinos every weekend with my dad before church, that grows year after year. The moment was terrifyingly fleeting, but the colors aged into clarity. Only now as I look at the Yelp page for a now-defunct casino with 3 images of it on the internet can I possibly understand.
Looking at 10 year old pictures of Vegas on Wikipedia has a peculiar set of arousals; familiar signs for live shows, palm trees, cigarette smoke.
Voodoo Ranger Atomic Pumpkin Ale will not taste this good in the summer. The cold, crisp air puts this moment on ice for when it may come back to life.