Memory of a Wood

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen. ~Edward de Bono

It was at this moment on my walk with Dixie that I suddenly forgot exactly where or when I was. This was not a scarey forgetfulness but more of a poetic pause.

I looked up and realized the beauty before me could have been a wood in Oklahoma, a wood in Mendocino, a wood in Louisiana or any of the many woods I've trodden through in England and Scotland. It was a very small moment in time when the beauty of a place existed without my needing to know what, where or when it was. A moment of grace when nature reached out to include me...

We do not remember days; we remember moments. ~Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand