There were summers when I would spend the summers with my grandparents. It was a full two and a half day drive from our house to theirs.
One tiny memory I have is our nightly walks. Nearly every night after the dishes were done gramps and I would go for a walk. Maybe a mile maybe three, it just depended on the heat of the day.
I found his old house and instantly recalled the names of the streets.
The last few nights have been pretty nice so I have been taking short walks around the neighborhood. I hadn’t really thought about our walks until I turned the corner.
The picture does not do the colors justice. It reminded me of a late Georgia sunset.
Some days we need these little glimpse of happiness to steel us for tomorrow.