Something distinct leaves an imprint. If it’s long, vast, sprawling AND distinct it leaves a full and winding imprint. One that returns in slow subtle ways. A bike race, a bike ride, a sporting event, a backwoods adventure. Anything really – it could be a long night of metropolitan clubbing strung together in sparks and stops. The shades and colors between a beginning and an end. The activity and then the recollections are what define us. We piece together what has transpired.  Sometimes a vague shadow fades to a small memory but if it’s distinct the grooves are drawn sharp. They keep coming. They prompt and inform us.
