One late summer afternoon, I was walking down my hill in a long dress, the sun on my hair, and I was aware, suddenly, that that moment was frozen in time, that there was no time, that all was now and now was forever. I think the earth took my photograph. Someone, someday, will see me and think I am a ghost. I had skipped into or over or out of the moment. What we think we know is naught but illusion.

Memories of childhood, of school, of life, all mixed up with timeless things. Darlene Lawton