Memories

This morning dawned cold and early. It seems to me that the loss of one hour on daylight savings weekend doesn't really occur until the first day you don't get to sleep in. So for me that was this morning. When I woke, too early for my internal clock, I stretched, groggy not wanting to leave my bed yet, but I inhaled deeply so as to awake mt mind and body so I may begin they day. The coolness of the morning hit me too quickly in that breath. Spring is supposedly approaching, but you wouldn't know that after Saturday's snowstorm. Also, in that moment of deep inhale, I smelled something I hadn't smelled in years - grandma's house.

It's funny how smells bring back some many memories. Coffee and bacon will always remind me of time I worked at JB's restaurant. And sawdust, especially pine sawdust, brings back the early years of life married to a woodworker. But this morning was different. This morning I was 5 again. This morning I was laying on the cot next to grandma's bed. The one she always set up for me when we came to visit.

This morning I cool smell the cool crispness of California, and the warmth of artificially heated air. The smell brought back memories of gathering eggs just after breakfast, and hunting for lizards out back in the dirt. The walks in the garden gathering vegetables, or smelling flowers, the wet grass leaving dew around my ankles as I ran around the front lawn, and the enjoyment of swimming in grandma's large yellow bathtub to remove the days dirt and grim were vivid pictures in my mind.

But as quickly as the breath brought memories the next breath brought me back to today and the reality that lay before me this morning. The teenagers then clatters something in the kitchen, and the alarm clock sounded, again. The list of today's activities began push it's way into my head and yesterday's memories floated away. I fumbled my way out of bed to start another day in my life in West Jordan.