Come what may
The branch at which I am working today smells like my sister Beth’s house. I know that smell links us to many memories, but, this is not so much a memory, as I was only recently there, it’s more of a transcendence. I also realize that if you think about it too much and try to capture it, it's lost. I have to know it only in its vagueness, in the moments when I’m not actually thinking about it, that’s when I can catch it and sit with the familiar and the missed presence that goes along with the woodsy earthy essence, that Is so particular and specific, that I’m shocked it would exist anywhere but there.