Ephemeralds

I periodically encounter exquisitely lovely thoughts. They can originate in my mind, come out through conversations, or simply exist in you-had-to-be-there experiences. The only sad part is that these thoughts and experiences erode over time, and some can erode into a hazy recollection all too quickly. 

I have come up with a name to call these precious gems that vanish over time: they are ephemeralds. 

As writers, we are somewhat trying to preserve ephemeralds. Recording out thoughts, whether by pen or by keyboard, we keep these gems as long as we possibly can, so that all the world might see and appreciate them. 

Keep those ephemeralds. You could be the only one that ever knows about it, but even then, you can appreciate it so much longer than you otherwise would have. And that makes it worth it.