You’ve a des res on the hill overlooking Sumner (Christchurch, New Zealand). Next, post earthquake, moment you don’t. It’s gone. Or suddenly being perched on a hill seems undesirably precarious. It’s a reminder that the moment is all we have. It’s a Hottentot Fig (thank you interweb). And my yellow moment 14/363 – which seem to have become about the moment at least as much as the yellow.