As I swing in the hammock, the sun on my face, the breeze suddenly picks up stirring a favorite memory. That of a fine autumn day, the leaves bursting with the splendid fall colours. The leaves don’t change color here, but they drop regularly as they die, drying on the tree.
The wind blew some of the leaves down, the sound reminiscent of days gone by. Reminded of mornings spent making bread, maybe some cookies or muffins, and a hearty soup to enjoy my fresh baked bread with. Sitting on the step outside as the bread rises, the smell of baking drifting out to me, as I enjoy a cool breeze and the warm sun on my face, I always felt satisfaction for a day such as this. For the first time since arriving, I feel a twang of loss for the place I called home for most of my life. I do wonder at times if I will ever return; and if so where to, what part of the country? But I can’t think that far ahead, still.
It is such a beautiful day, the sun is bright and very warm. I am grateful because I love the way a sound can bring you back in time to a comfortable memory. Connecting the past with the present in a beautiful gentle way. The wind was blowing in this manner when I left Canada. I remember believing I was lucky to experience many beautiful autumn days before leaving, the season had turned early and I let myself believe it was just for me. This sensation will always be a favorite for me, a beautiful autumn day such as this cannot be matched, especially when the leaves are turning color.
I look around and the magic of the moment is gone for now. The environment I am in is nothing like what I just described, but how fortunate to be given the memory connecting me to my past in a good way. I realize we can never allow the bad memories to over shadow the good ones. Always there is something to make us smile.
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