It’s sad to get lost in reminiscence only to remember that the past can’t be brought back. Our only return to it is in a potent melody or smell or getting lost in a daydream of days passed. Such a bittersweet feeling is left the further we get from the times these things recall. The present moment can’t compete with such mental trickery. No wonder we get excited about potential disasters such as this hurricane. It’s the only kind of thing that can compare to our rosy selective memories. Life is short. Is it too much to wish for a little excitement?