2.18.13:
I stumbled upon my childhood last week when spotting this screen porch during a walk. In this are the summer evenings of my parents and neighbors gathering with their lawn chairs around a citronella candle while I ran around catching fireflies with my little brother and friends. I had a rocking horse just like this one, and we swore its springs would neigh at us as we bounced it to its limits. Screens on our doors and windows would hold raindrops or the water my grandfather used to wash their dirt away. I loved running my fingers across the wetness creating shapes and trails.
Being away from my birthplace, my family and the familiar, missing my dear father who passed away in August of 2011 more than usual lately, I really welcome these reminders and heart comforts. I think that we're more open to these gifts just when we need them most.
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