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Posted by Layla Winterborne on Monday, 8 March, 2010 @ 7:16 pm

Today was beautiful, in its own right.  Blustery and gray, though not unpleasant…

Days such as this always remind me of Sunday afternoons as a child…every window in the house thrown wide and every corner permeated with the scent of impending rain.  Candles flickered madly in the invading breeze and the soft whispers of the Sunday movie were barely audible through the rumbling of my fathers restless snores.  Even asleep he came across as lumbering, frightening, dangerous…Ocassionally, the smells of dinner could be caught, mingling with the outside air.  Blackeyed peas and cornbread.  Mashed potatoes and gravy.  Chicken fried steak…mostly, however, we were left to fend for ourselves…children providing for children because the adults were “too tired” or simply just didn’t have time.

Looking back I can’t say that I hold such memories fondly or even with disdain…just memories brought about by a multitude of factors…The smell of rain dancing upon the air or perhaps the way the muted light filters in through the windows.  I look back and think of how different life could have been…then…though these thoughts are quickly wisked away as I am reminded of how fine life is now.

This moment.

It’s not always bad to miss the forest for the trees.