Moments; time

One of my favourite parts of writing – and, by extension, blogging – is that I can, in words, capture a little bit of a day, and keep a little record of the moment. Each post can be a bookmark to a memory, and also part of the story of my life.I love taking notes I walk around my neighbourhood. Today, I wrote down how I was struck by a bird whose attention caught my eye who then stared at me for a few seconds. I don’t think I have ever been so close to a bird that stood so still and maintained eye contact the whole time. It was striking. I then noticed there were other birds nearby on the same fence. Is this where those birds like to gather? Is this part of their home?Earlier today I was thinking about a blog post I wrote in April, Rainbow; moon. The blog post serves almost as an anchor in my memory to the moment. I can read the post to remember the moment vividly, but I can also recall the post to start re-building a picture of the moment in my mind. I can see the rainbow forming…