I've found that the more I experience, the less I write about it. The less that words, my old, dear friends, seem capable of painting the portrait of the moment.
In my mind, it all gets jumbled, until a moment of clarity shines through like a beam of light through a dusty window in an abandoned farm house.
Suddenly, all is clear.
These sunbeams are all too rare in my life these days. I need to open the window and let the ambient light in.