• Symen A. Brouwers

As A Door Was Opened

Up early this morning, in the kitchen to make coffee for my lovely sweetheart and myself, this was the coldest morning of the winter in South Africa so far. Yesterday's strong winds had told us that much - weather is coming. Temperatures are now well below freezing. The kitchen tiles may be cold, but my feet are snug in my warm slippers. My mind is still sleepy, while the smell of freshly ground coffee and warm milk envelop me. As I turn our gas heater on, I remember the old gas heater of my childhood, of my winters in old Europe, us huddled in its radiant warmth sipping hot chocolate. Now, I am off the bed, both husband and child in heart and mind, carrying hot coffee and a cup full of warm memories.


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