"There are precious things you can't pack and take with you, like the all-pervasive fragrance of honeysuckle.”
― Catherine Marshall.
Or the sound of the waves. Or the variations of green in an early summer forest. How about your child's voice saying "I love you." The view from the top of a mountain. Tastes from a favorite cafe. How precious is the gift of memory. But even memory can't conjure up the feel of soft grass between the toes if one has not walked barefoot. - Beth Almond Ford