Flashbacks.

I was just reading about the primeval forests of the east, and I had a flashback to the day I spent at the Maple Forest Monastery in Vermont. I arrived early in the morning and walked around the perimeter of their hilltop meadow. The meadow was on the sunny side of the hill, and I walked onto what I guess was the north side of the mountain (I'm absolutely unclear as to what my bearings were that day). Edging the meadow was a curtain of maple forest, and behind it as I rounded the crest of the hill was an old growth evergreen-type forest heading down the other side of the mountain. It was quite dark and magical.