I woke up early this morning and took my coffee outdoors on my deck. It was a bit brisk with the approach of impending autumn but refreshing as the mist rose from my cup and dissipated in the cool air. The day was awakening quiet and calm. In the distance, a train whistle sounded as
Summer is passing and fall slowly approaches setting foliage ablaze and dowsing the leaves with the unfailing autumn rains. Brilliant golden days are replaced with mundane and fading grey. A solemn sadness creeps into life as the season of growth comes to an end. It is a harbinger of the darker days of winter yet
When looking in a mirror, one sees a reflection. An exact image copied and reversed. Like looking back in time I can see all the imperfections, wrinkles and scars that made me/make me who I am. What I have become. If you look into a pool of water there is on the surface a reflection
I took the morsel and placed it in my mouth. In one small bite I was whisked away to another place and time. Memories flooded in awakening sensations long since lost. Images danced in my mind and history’s song played in my ears. The fudge was perfect. My mother could have made it, I was certain. Joy blossomed in me for a short time. This was a gift. “I’ll have some of that”, I said.
I will not drink today because alcohol could never accomplish what that fudge did.
Will you join me?
Last night, while cleaning out a storage room, I found my life. It was in a dust covered cardboard box on a forgotten shelf in a room I seldom enter. The box was worn and torn at the corners and the tape meant to hold it together had lost its grip and was peeling away
