Looking back on photos of this place from 8 years ago, I can
remember the smell, the peaceful spirit, and the uniqueness of this temple. But I
cannot, for the life of me, remember the name of it.
The average person lives over 27,ooo days. And yet for some reason (at least for me), the
days I spend exploring new places stick out in my memory more than any others.
Sometimes I forget small things, like the exact name of a place or what color the carpet was.
But I can still remember the exact moment I stepped off the train in Munich when I was 19 (my first time in
Europe), the colors of that sunset I watched on a beach in Australia with my friends, the smell of
the early morning air while I was waiting for the sun to rise at the Taj Mahal, and even those
15 minutes that my husband and I spent exploring a fishing village market in Hong Kong.
Isn’t the human mind amazing?
*These pictures were scanned from film originals, so the quality is less than ideal.