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I pull into her driveway, hands gripped firmly on the rubber steering wheel of the van. Dirt crunches beneath the wheels, a satisfying sound. Autumn has long since settled upon us and the trees sprung from the freshly cut grass resemble paint splattered against a dark canvas. Now outside of the vehicle, I inhale, closing my eyes, and smile. Fresh air washes over me. A concrete sidewalk wraps around her beige, one-story house leading to the front door. Before heading in, I pause, feet scraping to a stop. A contained pool of rocks bears the fruit of a few sporadically placed seedlings. They have grown, but the colors seem to have dulled. Bending down, I balance, hands steadying against the cold concrete, and breathe in their scent. Geraniums …show more content…

Her gaze meets mine and a grin, chapped and pink, stretches across her face. Her arms open and I embrace her. Squeezing her tightly around the middle, I breathe in the familiar scent of her cotton pullover. A mixture of Tide and lilacs. She ends the hug and offers me a warm, soft cookie. I shake my head ‘no’ before leaning against the island. The smell of chocolate drifts through the room along with a vanilla scented candle. Hand in hand, the two fragrances twirl in a delicious rhythm throughout the house. In the living room, football reruns play across television screen. My grandfather’s white feathery hair is visible only over the top of his blue cushion recliner. Pushing off of the white carpeted floor, he rocks, head bobbing in rhythm. Eyes alight with joy, his emotions cast the room in a colorful glow. Despite its gray walls, its bright. A couch, soft and inviting, takes up the center of the living room. Mahogany in color, its felt cushions beckon me. Stretching out along the couch, my joints pop. I sigh in contentment. Through a window above the television, the backyard is visible. Red and gold leaves swirl into the air, creating a vortex of

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