A Drizzly Morning

Grandma Stella reminisces about early morning walks in the woods with Peter, feeling his presence as she cuts rosemary on a drizzly morning, wrapped in nostalgia and fond memories.

As I do so, my mind flies back to the past. Peter and I used to get up early and take a walk in the woods. The autumn leaves would feel like a deep luxurious carpet beneath our feet. The autumnal aroma of the decaying leaves was heady.

This morning, dressed only in my flannel nightgown, I paused a moment. I lean against the door jamb. The old clock gently tic tocs the time away. In my thoughts, I can feel Peter’s hands about my shoulders as if he too remembers those morning walks. I smile at that fond memory. I sigh and gently close the door and go about my morning chores…