I can't find the scent, but I remember the sounds

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It was quite cold and wet and snowy yesterday morning.
Youngest and I bundled up and went into town on the train.

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The tide was very high.

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The snow was deep. Our street was beautiful but chilling.

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And, as much as I love the winter, and the snow especially, I was longing for our little house in the tropics.

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I was remembering that I put my iPhone in a drinking glass to amplify the music while I cleaned the kitchen.

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And I remembered the bird songs and the dogs barking in the distance - and the cow next door.

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I remember how soft the mix-matched pillows were on the couch on the terrace.

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 And not wearing socks.

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And tea here, in the morning.
And being alone with K.
And how lucky we were to be there.

And how I miss it.



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Comments

Karen Dietrich said…
Your lovely posts always remind me to be grateful for the little things. Not sure why. I suppose it's just your spirit of gratitude permeating your words.