. . . in mid-december, as you know, there was a few days in paris, and while there have been many such trips before, on this particular trip, there was a ride on le grande roue, overlooking the jardin des tuileries and as far as the eye could see, and photographs, of course, of all our favourite places . . .
. . . in fact, these, taken on the trip, were some of my very favourite photographs, ever, and could not wait to show you; however, upon our return, and on the morning of new year’s eve . . .
. . . while attempting to retrieve a video clip that had been accidentally deleted the previous night, p unintentionally reset my iphone, causing all of these very favourite photos of paris, along with the last four months of travel and of life, as well as some four thousand other photos, to vanish forever, and in only a few seconds’ time . . .
. . . and while there were very nearly no new year’s celebrations that evening, in the end, with everything in perspective, came the realisation that sometimes, just sometimes, in the things we lose, we are reminded of the things we have . . .
