I keep a notebook of things I see around me, and often I see that the past feeds my present and gives me a sense of stability. Reliving certain times in the woods offers me a sense of permanence. I can read that This took place. This was. The experience will vanish with my ability to remember, to read or write, but still, I go back now , making that past the present this time. Like June 10 of 2017, I wrote: “Throughout the village, the black mulberries are falling so quickly, and I see entire