Memory Lane

Day has passsed to dusk, and dusk to night. A long day of driving, car weary and silly we leave our roadside motel and take a drive down memory lane to find some good spagetti and fat pieces of garlic toast.
We leave the restaurant and the scent hits me – Syringa – suddenly I am a child again. It is June and the back door slams behind me, screen bouncing once or twice before it closes. Small, imaginary footsteps clatter off the porch.
I am launched by a sweet flower smell into a soft spring night with the promise of summer folded up with the moon. This is East Trail, beside the river. I am home.

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About Vicki

I’m a coach and consultant and in my spare time I like to cook and play house. I believe happy idleness is a purposeful pathway to a contented life. And I am happiest either in my pajamas or an apron – or both.

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  1. Beautiful memory Vicki! As they say, "there is no place like home".

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