In my green memory bank, today I retrieved a moment long ago, with my parents, walking up a path, in the French Alps. The image is fuzzy, there are pine trees towering over us, and forming an imaginary kingdom. The damp earth is soft under my feet, and I take in the smell of possibility of mushrooms. Drunk from the mountain air, I feel happy, totally.
What is in your green memory bank? How many moments, stored away, and still potent with the intensity of childhood, can you go back to? And access the love you felt in the midst of nature.