Isn’t it interesting what can conjure a colorful memory? A slant of light, a chill in the air, a seasonal scent, a taste, or tune? Our senses let us walk upon the line pulled taught between today and yesteryear.
Autumn is settling in, and the sun tucks in so early. The transition from day to night is abrupt now. I’ll be reading by the window for hours, then suddenly I’m squinting and reaching for a lamp. As I pondered this time of day for today’s writing prompt, I felt this memory stir-
Gloaming brought my mother to the porch. She’d summon us in some fashion that I can’t quite recall, perhaps our names hollered out into frosty air. We’d be down the dirt road, messing about, being generally unsafe. Once we sauntered out onto a frozen pond in our sneakers. Thankfully the ice supported us. Home welcomed with the smell of Soup Starter stew. Soup Starter came in a fabulous container, with a cauldron on the front, and made a nice sound when shaken. I don’t remember how it tasted, but I do know the first bite was perfectly tongue-scalding!
I’m grateful for pockets of time held dear, for these memories of growing up in the country.
*This month I’m participating in a writing prompt project, which you can find here- http://writealm.com/november-prompt-a-day/