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.
Tiny Slice Of My Life 
What a great memory – walking with your grandpa. That picture is pretty amazing. I can only imagine how much more amazing it was to experience it in person. I totally agree that sometimes we need those little glimpses of happiness.
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I love that you can step back in time to revisit those memories. How lovely!
This post went a completely different way than I had predicted. Thanks for sharing!
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Isn’t is wonderful that this is “just another street” to everyone else, but to your eyes, it is so much more. It reminds me of the quote on today’s TWT site page… It is not what we look at, but what we see that is important.
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