That winter night
The memories of that winter night entranced me.
Ice covered the hanging limbs on the live oak tree out front.
The chill in the air encompassed my body so sweetly.
I had been waiting for what seems like forever
for that perfect moment of pure bliss.
Playing what was to be over and over in my head.
The elation in my imagination did not even compare to the moment of truth.
Walking in the door I could feel my heart pounding.
The smell of grandma’s cinnamon bread devoured my whole being.
I was finally home.
Note: This was written for www.velvetverbosity.com. The word was :Cinnamon.