I've been thinking a lot about moments. About how we only get so many, and we can only have one at a time. There's nothing profound about time, time is just a fact. But there's something so important about how we piece our time together. When life is nothing but a string of experiences and feelings, all of a sudden the big picture isn't so overwhelming and the future is so much more exciting. It's all holding hands and laughing and swaying with the trees.
Today I went walking in the trees and I got to do it with the woman who has held me in her branches through all the times I couldn't keep myself rooted. The drive to Holden Arboretum became memory lane as we embraced the nostalgia of early 2000 pop, not even a little embarrassed to know every word. A stroll through the gardens took us to a series of suspension bridges. After the temptation to sway and rock wore off we were eye to eye with the Spring canopy. As cool as that was, the highlight was climbing 202 stairs to summit an observation tower. Each level took us from trunks to branches to sky. Clear blues and flat lands gave us a range of views covered with the newest greens.
Having extra time meant we could make extra moments. Walking through a bog with a weasel and finding a natural play area too great to pass by. Following spruce trees to catch up on our Oms. Today's moments were all trees and skies, songs and talks, strung together with quiet walks.
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