Monday, October 27, 2014

October 27

I started the morning in rubber boots and a raincoat. On the way to school, as the sky lightened, we encountered a surprise of luminous clouds, and I realized everything was dry. The joy I felt upon reaching that sunrise encompassed the steam on our kitchen window, the lingering taste of my pancake, the recent sound of the coffeepot gurgling and chugging.

The day’s warmth was over after school; a chill spread over me as I walked Nelly before starting dinner. Three eagles overhead repeatedly let out explosive, piercing whistles before descending and then rising up again, beating their wings with absolute ferocity.

The air coming in through the window as I sliced potatoes had a sweetness to it that stabbed at my chest, evoking slivers of memory.


Penelope P. said...

This is such a beautiful post. Your precision with your words totally evoked what you described. For me ,as for Proust! ,smells are such triggers for memories . I especially love the smell of box, which is my Grandfathers garden and the smell of sunshine on leather , which will always be my school satchel the September I started secondary school. Thanks for all your lovely posts. Penny L in Dorset U.K

Lecia Phinney said...

Thank you so much, Penny! xo