I think we’ve all known special places that have deep meaning for us personally. Maybe we don’t always recognize it at the time. There are several natural places that are special to me, but those with the deepest roots are woven from my childhood memories. Colors and shapes, smells and sounds, and textures like the tactile velvet of new buds or flaking limestone. The memories stay vivid and strong – some more so, some less. Most of them comforting, but some, not so much.