mossy emotions

what is this feeling i have in my stomach?
what is this moist feeling i have in the corners of my eyes?
why am i weepy, yet smiling?

at what point do we start looking back more than we look forward?

my mind is drifting...

what is a memory?
is it an image in our mind?
is it a smell?
a sound?
it must be all of these things.

this week i had the strangest memory from the summer of 1983, when i was in timmins, working for the summer. i was a teenager, and this camp i was at, one day, our job was to go out and pick moss. so i have this vivid memory of grabbing handfuls of this moss, pulling out clumps of the stuff, filling a burlap bag and carrying the stuff to the truck.

oh and by the way, apparently moss is used to make fertilizers.

i was just wondering how old these mosses were, and whether or not we were destroying an environmentally sensitive area...