Cups of Tea and Fading Memories
The walk to my grandmother’s house can go by in a blink if I’m not mentally present during the endeavor. With minimal traffic, there is not much to prevent me from musing about anything among the company of nature. Watching squirrels darting around is always worthy of a smile, in my books. The luminous shade of blue sky and browning leaves littering the ground elicit memories of her home,…