It's all a memory now...so rooted in my southern spiritual heritage.
I rode past a big snow-white antebellum home today. Thoughts exploded; memories perhaps of a previous life?
I saw the ornate black shutters, the white imperial columns that held the large balcony atop. Through the grand black double doors leading inside, I envisioned her walking, almost floating about the house. She, so content. She gracefully moves to the window, parting the white lace curtains, and clasping them aside, sees the bright sun beaming down on the greening grass and enormous porch. She smiles, walks to the side French doors, pulls the glass knobs and opens the door to a grand Mississippi afternoon.
There I leave her in the front porch swing, rocking slowly, in her pretty pink flowing gown, matching ribbons in her long, auburn hair, and watching two black kittens playing at her bare feet. She is holding three roses to enjoy as she passes a few hours. Maybe she is waiting on her gentleman who will arrive soon to complete the day with her.
So, I continue my drive, in the modern world, back to work..but I come back with a sense of peace and a smile..and maybe, a glimpse of what was...in a previous life.
TO THE READER: If you enjoyed the glimpse inside me, comment and tell me.....what color are the roses I was holding that day so long ago???? *smiles.
