It was lunch time and I had biked home for a quick bite. Texas sun on a spring day. Oh good, the mailman is here. I can grab the mail on my way out. Where is my backpack? Call Thom on the ride to campus. We need milk. I remember so many details of that short moment as a young student newlywed. All because I took 30 seconds to do a quick sketch from our living room before I ran out the door. The view from our first home. This was the feeling during my last classes in college. I think I can actually smell that day. Nothing can replace pencil to paper in capturing memories.