Cookie memories

I remember the way I felt one day when my mom made chocolate chip cookies. I was about eleven years old. One winter Saturday afternoon. The air outside was like it is today. Warm for a winter day. Sunny for a few hours and then the clouds came. The smell of cool air in the wispy breeze. The way the sun came into the house. The mood it induced has stuck in my memory forever. Vivid and always awakening the same feeling. Secure and comfortable. Peaceful and sure. Protected.

I always get the same feeling when I bake cookies now. With added memories piled high.

So much enjoyment before they are even ready to eat.

Dea Lorea


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