Isn’t it amazing how little it takes to trigger a memory, sometimes?
You might be in the middle of an ordinary day when suddenly a vivid scene springs to mind!
For example, Carol recently wrote about water lilies she’s growing in a pond in her backyard. As I read her words, I was immediately transported to an earlier time . . .
It’s early morning.
The water is a mirror with barely a ripple . . . just the few I make with the oars.
Quiet prevails. It’s a dreamy, Zen-like quiet. The only sounds are the rhythmic squeak of the oarlocks and the occasional chirp of a bird in the distance.
I pass little clumps of water lilies. Their sweet fragrance drifts towards me as it mingles with the fresh summer air . . .
Talk about sheer bliss!
I felt it then,
and again at this very moment with the memory. 🙂
Would you share one of yours?