This morning as I walked out the door, I was greeting with an invasion of memories. There was a new rain on the ground, giving freshness to the earth. The natural scent of the trees and dirt were pungent in the air and seeped their way into my memories.
For a second I was ten, waking up on gramma and grandad's farm. Waking up from a restful sleep in the pitchblack basement bedroom, having fallen asleep to the sounds of singing frogs. Gramma was upstairs watching the news, making coffee, and preparing breakfast. I first walked up the stairs in my pjs to be greeted by this lovely woman with thin lips that smelled of perfume. I stepped outside covering my barefeet with the new dew, misty fog in the air, and mountains, grass, horses, and nature on all sides of me.
Then I got in my car and drove to work.
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