Can you take a minute to lose yourself in my dream? It’s a place you’ve probably never been, at a moment in time that will never be repeated. It’s one of an infinite series of places and moments that live on only in memories or dreams; if we forget them, they are lost to time.

- You pause. The first rays of sunlight are melting the frost from the leaves, with glistening drops marking the new day.

- You pass an abandoned stock pen. It’s still icy. Crouching for a closer look, you run your finger along the surface of the wood, the veneer of crystals shattering and melting under your touch.
You take a deep breath. Crisp, clean air – there isn’t a town for a hundred miles. The fog slowly burns off, leaving in its wake a cold, sunny day. And that’s where your imagination has to take over – thanks for visiting my memory of New England National Park.






