Pondering attachment

I looked out from the window at about four in the afternoon. Already orange, the sunlight struck the lone remain tree across the way at a particular angle. I tried not to ponder if I would remember this sight, or if I would regret stepping outside instead of going about my day. Far away in time in space, would I wish for this moment or other moments again?--I put these thoughts out of my mind, took a deep breath, and looked out for another few moments. Then, I turned away slowly from this ancestor of a future passing dream.