Meeting the Scout

That kind of noticing has a history of its own.

I notice it most when I look at things that seemed unrelated at the time.

A ninety-day trip around the national parks in a van I built.

The first idea I ever pulled out of my head and onto a single page of paper.

The conviction, late one December, that a single week without a familiar habit might quietly become a life.

I keep returning to the same thing.

Something quietly true becomes briefly visible.

These aren't accomplishments. They're the same recognition happening in different decades.