{A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.} -John Muir
These images represent minutes I've had in the past that helped define the person I am today. Though you can't relive moments like these every day, you carry them with you in the confines and crevices of your pockets. Even if these little inspirations don't bring you to the same state you experienced in the moment, they capture the essence of your spirit and serve as little reminders that a fire exists within you always--even in your most tranquil state--simply waiting to be stoked.
