Chocolate and Orange

Sitting on the couch almost lulled by the sound of rain, I close my eyes and remember my childhood in my grandparent’s farm. Times of happiness, that in the rush of day-to-day, we tend to forget.

I still remember, like it was today.

And today, I'm in that chair, I tell my story.

In Grandfather's chair, which was vetoed all of us, but we made it our fort. The liner was worn by the many stories told by Grandfather, after dinner. Some sat on his lap, others at his feet, some behind him. And it all started in that window.

The window overlooking the garden had the curtains open. I can see the whole extent of it almost to the horizon. It is as always lit by torches, placed at various points. For a few moments, it let let me take by the light and I dream of being under the rosebushes along the arbor. A hidden nook, visited when I want to be alone. Only my thoughts accompany me on this trip to my wonderful inner world. Embody different characters and visit places never before pioneered, creating stories to enchant.

But what stands out those long summers, is the smell of those delicious chocolate chip cookies that we devoured abruptly and the mug of orange tea that hypnotized us.

And today, I’m the one doing the same.

I put my hands dirty and do the cookies that enchanted me as a child.

How happy I am!