Last weekend, Dave and I went hiking.
It was the most picturesque winter forest we'd ever been in. The slope of the mountain made golden hour seemingly permanent, and we found tunnels, caves, mountain streams, frozen waterfalls; even a plaque commemorating the location a beloved man fell to his death in that golden light. Got us thinking of how fragile our experiences are.
As we began walking away from the silent, snow-covered falls, Dave realized the odds were high that we would likely never, ever be in that place again. It became pretty hard to leave after noting that. We'd already been there a half hour, but turned around to appreciate the silent beauty of the place one more time. It verified the exertion of the hike, solidified the little memories we'd just created, and made the temporary joy we'd found there more permanent.
Seek out experiences that make your soul swell, but don't stop there. Go on to cherish those memories as you are in them. You never know when it could be the last time you visit, the last time you're with those people. In this case, we were pretty sure we wouldn't be back; but that didn't stop us from making sure we'd be more appreciative of every moment in our day-to-day lives. I love how nature encourages that.