When I was a kid I would think about how little things I might see or do, a step I might take, or something I might say, or a particular breeze, would be the first time anyone or anything had ever seen or done any such thing in that specific unique way. This reminded me of that, I had totally forgotten.
It also reminds me of the stories my grandmother still shares with me when I visit Romania, and the ones my father tells me passed down to him. It’s sad in a way, because as our world becomes so totally reliant on technology, we become more familiar with a computer monitor, and overloads of abstract information - than with ourselves, and nature, and mystery, and feelings and the deep wisdom that come from these things - and we will lose, I feel, the nuances of those stories some of us still hear passed down. I don’t know.