only once in a while.
only once in a while. It doesn't happen every day, only once in a while. It doesn't take the big things, most of the time it's something so small most people wouldn't notice it. If you asked her though, she would probably look at you with a sparkle in her eye that tells you of a part of her life that she remembers so well. She might give you a little glimpse into that, the part of her life that tugs at her heart strings so. Most of it's so ordinary, but in her simple words it might tug at your heartstrings too . ...a hint of woodsmoke in the crisp fall air... It takes her back to a little logging town located in eastern Oregon. As she walks up the sidewalk, she pauses for just a small tidbit of a second, and turns and faces the mountains towering over the beautiful valley. A fresh fall of snow has dusted the trees, and here and there you can still catch a glimpse of a bright yellow tamarack tree. It's cold, the smoke from all the wo...