I keep noticing how the flavor of experience is always fresh.
It is fresh because its content is always different. (Even when a thought – comparing an image of what is here now and what was in the past – tells me the two are, for all practical purposes, the same.)
And it is fresh because it is awakeness itself.
I noticed this when I just looked through a series of photos from last winter. Many are very similar to each other, but even small changes in cropping makes a big difference in experience. I quite literally experience myself and the world differently. (Which I do whenever anything in any field changes, even slightly.) And it is also fresh since it is awareness itself.
The photo is from the woods down the street from where I grew up. I spent a lot of time there with friends, family and on my own.