My husband and I were out for a drive the other day and he bought a burrito. It looked good. He pulled over and parked to eat the burrito in a quiet and interesting neighbourhood.
As he ate and I sipped some coffee, I noticed a window in an older house and my mind went back instantly to my grandfather's house. There must have been similar windows in that house but I don't remember them well. He died when I was nine; it's been such a long time. I do remember my grandfather and I'm glad of that.
Going back in my mind to that house leads to some sad curiosity. I have what I think are vivid memories of that place but I would like to go back and verify them. I'd like to see what the scale of the rooms was. Would they look smaller now that I am bigger? Were there various green things in the house? Was the backyard as I remember it and did the rabbit hutch look like I think it did? (Yes, of course there was a rabbit house.) It would be nice, perhaps, to learn the answers.
The window in that one older house led my mind to a place that means something to me. Other people would react differently or not at all. We all have our unique histories and we bring them to each new experience. Something so simple can elicit such a quick response.
I'm glad that my husband stopped to eat his burrito and afforded me the opportunity to notice that house. It was nice to take a trip back in time and to remember my grandfather. That window afforded me a nice view.
JAHD
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