Tea on the Porch

I’m sitting on the porch in the evening, holding a warm cup of what looks like tea. Everything feels quiet and still.

I hear footsteps on the gravel path; when I look up, I see my sister Blaire walking toward me. She looks as if she was back in high school. She’s holding a paper bag and gives me a small smile. "I found something of yours," she says. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a sweater...my favorite one from childhood. I take it from her and feel the familiar fabric. It’s just like I remember, soft and a little worn. The sight of it fills me with a wonderful comfort, like a piece of the past settling back into place.

I slip it on, and it fits perfectly. Blaire sits down next to me, and we drink our tea together in silence. It’s peaceful.

Then I awoke. #Family #Sweater

Such a pleasant dream that I had to share with you all, ha. Enjoy your Tuesday, all!