Despite having lived here for two years and walking this same patch of nearby woods and trails each week, today, somehow, we stumbled right into a new area. There was a feeling of strangeness, coming upon something new in a place you believed yourself to know well, but the peculiarity soon gave way to unexpected delight.
Memory's Vault is, as one of the first pillars told us, "a place for contemplation-- of nature, of man and his intentions." The trails we walk here each week are within what was once an active military artillery corps in the late 1800's and early 1900's to protect the Puget Sound from invasion by sea, so this made some lines of the poems inscribed in bronze onto pillars all the more poignant.
It was a nice space to spend some quiet moments in, as the afternoon sun slowly sank down into the west, spilling its golden rays and imbuing the whole experience with a dreamy quality.
