It made me smile brought tears to my eyes and not from the intensity of aroma but from the delight of some memory though I have no idea what memory it was having grown up in suburbia I walked closer took a path I was fairly certain wasn’t mine to get to take but I was intent let them tell me I have to leave first I want to see I can smell the cows who have made me smile and my heart lighten in this strange inexplicable golden morning way.
Kentucky is mildly crazy but I suppose one can be a contemplative here as well as anywhere else in the world.
Thomas Merton