Each footstep crunches in anticipation of the next—there it is, a lifetime of moments so perfectly captured in a structure that sits just above the golden valley with the deep green trees and the relentless rolling fog.
I catch my breath, holding it, cradling it, memorizing the weighted of it in my throat, as if keeping it in will help to create an imprint of every adventure, feeling, piece of laughter and conversation woven into my entire self by years of living.
These imprints, always humming and always reminding me of unlikely treasures. Of freshly baked bread and childhood songs sung on windy roads, somehow only ever remembering the first two lines, but singing it anyway.
Of running along the beach shoreline, catching small rocks and chunks of sand between your toes as arms are spread high and wide, salt coated fingers eager to receive the spray of the ocean.Read More