Yesterday I stopped by a Mexican grocery store.  There is nothing particularly notable about this grocery store.  It was at the corner of Sarina and first somewhere in between Coos Bay and Crescent City.  There was, and is, a nice little tree of some sort in the front where you can sit on the ground and eat.  The only things remarkable about this grocery store is that I stopped in the same place on the way north in 2014.  So I stopped again when I saw it.  I bought some food and sat under the tree and ate it. 

Things are special not so much because they are intrinsically so but because we make them so.  Poetry may be in the universe, but certainly we are at least the lens to focus it.  My life is stronger and more meaningful because I rode in 2014, and then acted on that to change my life in a way that made the ride in 2016 possible.  And even though I am the same, I am different, and so that little market is different - through no fault of their own but only the growth of the observer.