There’s this place we prefer to go, often on faculty nights. Ostensibly we go to journey however realistically what we’re doing there may be recharging.
It’s not technically removed from house however distant sufficient that we will’t simply up and go on a lark. As such, any journey there feels particular. It isn’t actually accessible in spring as a result of melting snow, mud, slush, mess. However we journey there with some regularity the remainder of the yr. It isn’t a stretch to say that I’ve ridden some variation on this route a number of hundred instances. It each is and isn’t that good.
What attracts us to it’s some inexplicable mixture of untamed path, lack of crowds, peaceable groves, and its brief, finite nature.
On the floor it will appear path not significantly in depth, ridden a whole bunch of instances, can be a recognized amount the place each root, rock, and puddle can be cataloged and understood intimately.
There are spots like that, for positive. However surprisingly few.
Whereas using it a couple of days in the past I commented to my spouse Jeny that regardless of my OCD nature, I’ve one way or the other prevented memorizing each nook, hill, and spruce alongside the best way, such that the path nonetheless has surprises for me each time we journey it.
I don’t consider Jeny as OCD however she has a knack for recognizing — usually subconsciously — patterns and locations that should be identified to me. Although she’s ridden this route perhaps a 3rd as many instances as I, she is aware of it significantly better.
I can’t consider another place the place I’ve spent this a lot time immersed in and cognizant of what’s particular about it and but I’m nonetheless unable to inform you what’s across the subsequent nook. Or the one after.
I lack any kind of understanding or clarification for the way this might come to go. One thing so with out precedent simply doesn’t match.
And but it makes me actually joyful to know that even this far alongside in life there are nonetheless so many things to be discovered. That I can nonetheless shock myself.
Quickly I’ll begin being shocked to see my toothbrush, proper the place I left it.
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