When I sit alone in a mountain forest, on the ground, back against a tree, or lie back in a grassy prairie, I feel free, all is still, yet it feels like all is in motion somehow, yesterday, today and tomorrow all seem to come together at the same time. Surrounded by the life in the trees, in the grass and in the soil, it’s easy to forget about life’s toil. I wonder how to hold on to this time, to not let it just slip away, I try to imprint it in my mind so when I lie down that night to sleep, there’s something there to find.