Homes Limitations
Harmonies blending perfectly around the holiday table as each sings their long-rehearsed part from time immemorial.
Sitting at the piano in a dark room, the wood burning stove filling the space with a red glow and a chestnut odor, while the notes mingle in comforting syncopation with the crackling of the fire inside and the raindrops on the tin roof outside.
The content vibrating cat on the lap; the imploring eyes of the dog who longs to explore the outdoors.
The newly discovered seed that broke through the soil into the new moon light; the recently planted flower which raises its head into the morning sun.
The once somewhat irritating but now so sweet sound of kids screaming as they chase each other around the circular corridor.
The huge map of the world that watches over the shelf laden with adventure books situated beneath it.
All these scenes pass before my eyes and yearning swells in my heart for all I have been granted. As the long-forgotten roar of the boat fills my ears and the immense ocean fills my vision, I pray I would never take home for granted again.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI really liked this story, Chen-el. Each phrase is like a little photograph, laden with scents and sounds. I especially liked the notes of the piano mingling in “comforting syncopation” with the crackling fire and the rain on the tin roof. You have a real gift for poetic descriptions.
Thanks Fuji it means a lot to me!
Your little collection of memories is very poetic, Chen-el, like a concentrate of flavors that are popping up in your mind as you remember details from home. I like the musical theme with harmonies. Each tiny memory in your story works as one of several parts of that harmony, adding to a beautifully and fully orchestrated whole. Very creative.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GooglePerhaps we all need adventures to make us appreciate what we once took for granted. Thought provoking poetic story.
A poetic story of returning home, how travel changes us – The once somewhat irritating but now so sweet sound of kids screaming as they chase each other around the circular corridor. Chen-el Brill, looking forward to reading more of your stories.
A beautiful reminder of all that is important but often overlooked in our lives, Chen-el. Your story brought some of my own to mind, reflect on and appreciate. Always a timely reminder and especially in today’s world.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleYou created a story that reminds me of my childhood days. Good job. Thanks for sharing this story with us.
Chen-el, I love how you so beautifully and skillfully described each memory. This reminded me how often we easily take things for granted, and as you mentioned in your story, it sometimes irritates us. Yet, when it is gone, we miss it. Well done.