This morning before sunrise, I stood quietly, breathing deeply, and listening to three Mockingbirds exchanging their greeting songs, and I made a conscious effort to capture the passing of moments on my timeline
The morning air was moist and held a rich aroma of freshly-cut grass that was so pungent it was almost tangible. I filled my mind with thoughts of grass, morning fog, and complex combinations of birdsong. The smell of the clean, clear air was entertainment enough to hold me in place.
Subtle changes in the sky glow foretold the arrival of the sun at the horizon.
It was exquisite, and I did not have to travel to other parts of the Earth to find contentment.
The passing minutes gave me a rush of memory and a near tactile grasp on the four minutes that had passed. That was 240 moments, indelibly engraved on my timeline.
When I need those moments, I can always recall them with the help of my notes, photo, and remembering the unique place on my life's timeline.
Will