some things beg the question as to whether we really ever grow up. maybe just parts of us do. i like to think (hope) that whatever part of my childhood imagination that found delight in the simplicity of dappled sunlight through tall trees on warm days still exists and i guess every now and again, i need a reminder of such. nothing about a quick drive into the redwoods falls short of that reminder. the quiet of places like this never fails to reduce my existence to a fragment much like that of dust caught in a sunbeam...i consider this realization a blessing and a welcomed insight in an otherwise chaotic world.