all of it

I woke up this morning with the strangest, most interesting feeling. That every moment of my life – each and every one – had and was crowded up just behind right then. Like I was having direct access to all of it. This happened while sitting.

Yesterday I stood in the middle of NE Clackamas, on my way walking to Fred Meyer’s to buy Tums – simply stopped by this spectacular Copper Beech towering over the corner of Clackamas and 17th. To the point where I walked over to the door of the large house whose yard held the tree and waited for people to see me. And when they did I gushed my thrill for life right then out into a Tuesday afternoon, and one of the young guys said the tree was 120 years old.

Which, I don’t know, isn’t feeling that old these days.