Like his first day back in the gym after a winter of watching reruns.

"You're that guy who runs, right?"

I have never thought about the tide as much in my life.

And so, we add color to the black and white image, we write our own caption, select what memory matters.

...the spider swiveled, now raising two legs, as if conducting the moment.

It is remarkable what they take, and what they leave.

My world is performing my senses.

The squeak under my boots told me it was good packing....

We are all more than one thing, all of the time.

For example, 'Dibs'. As in, "I call dibs on the last Oreo."

I think that the deer sleep really well.

When I run, I change the future.

...in acknowledging the beauty in these people, ..I begin to notice it in other people...

The seasons melted around them, the trees filling with green and then blushing and shedding their seasons.

I'm certain real woodsmen don't say things like 'bark crumbs'.

It doesn't change the world. It changes me.

...she felt the fish there, hovering in her current, their mouths miming silent conversations.

Among all those stories, there were heroes. My brother Douglas was one of them.

...even the bus stops seemed to have ancient relics in them.

Each character learns that all of these things are waiting inside them, sometimes hidden and discovered, sometimes known and ignored.