Funny how the most trivial things resonate with me--little things. Like associating the flavor of something you haven't tasted in awhile to a time you used to have it regularly (vague, I know).. but the other day I had a cup of coffee with creamer I haven't purchased for a few years and the flavor reminded me of Idaho mornings and riding up to the ranch to shoot photos. It was like a wormhole in time had sucked me back into a moment, if only for a moment.
Or how fresh beans reminded me of something I hadn't thought of in decades, sitting in a circle around my grandmother's house with buckets of green beans from the garden waiting to be snapped and canned. It made me want to plant a garden so that I can feel dirt under my nails and remember what it tastes like to eat food I've grown myself.
Time passes so quickly and the moments that seem inconsequential suddenly burst open with the biggest meaning. Lately, I just want to be home with my daughter, preserving and documenting our moments so that when I need to, I can take a wormhole back--if even for a moment.
