B10:43
This morning, the window was cold.
This morning, the window was cold.
I put my hand on the glass.
I put my hand on the glass.
The cold woke me up slowly.
The cold woke me up slowly.
I remembered my grandmother's house.
I remembered my grandmother's house.
She always made tea on mornings like this.
She always made tea on mornings like this.
I could almost smell the steam.
I could almost smell the steam.
The air in the kitchen was thick and warm.
The air in the kitchen was thick and warm.
Outside, the trees looked frozen.
Outside, the trees looked frozen.
But inside, the fire cracked.
But inside, the fire cracked.
I felt safe in that tiny kitchen.
I felt safe in that tiny kitchen.
Now I live far away.
Now I live far away.
But this cold brings her back.
But this cold brings her back.
The First Cold Morning
by @noah_study