Bruce reminded himself for the hundredth time that it was insane to be jealous of the wind, but he was.

Augh! *wibbles* This is a use of photographic memory I've never seen, and that smarts a whole lot...but you describe the almost hallucinogenic clarity of seeing the details like snapshots really well. (Love the line about memories perhaps getting "rumpled around the edges").

So sad! But so nicely written! *applauds and blows nose*