Sometimes life tries to cover its tracks and leads us down foggy paths. Or tries to make us believe that we haven't experienced much. Or only good things, or only bad things. Life is wrong, because our lives are diverse and colorful and made up of many experiences, big and small. When we reach the tranquility of later life and give our memories time, we realize that our time on earth was incredibly rich in beauty and color. We feel the soft sand in the stream bed under our feet again, hear the buzzards in the forest, and ask Grandfather endless questions along the way. We remember dreamy walks under spring-scented trees. In short, we experience it all again.
