I went out with my brother, my cousin Vitor and his cousin Antonio last night.
It was a beautiful night out.
The moon was almost full.
The sky was clear.
The air was crisp.
We hit a couple of small places in town and it was wonderful to be out and about somewhere different, walking on the old cobbled stone streets surrounded by so much old architecture.
When I returned home, as I sat in the kitchen eating some buttered toast, I looked around and tried to find anything that connected me to this house.
I never lived in this house.
Other than my parents, there is nothing in it that makes me call it “home”.
Then I looked up at the chimney and there they were.
The nun and monk salt and pepper shakers.
I finally found something that I remember having around as a child.
It made me smile. 🙂
It was a good night.
(Please vote for us here. Thank you!)
my brother makes me silly
childhood memories. lol