Conversation

The sky was really different this evening. Too bright for my phone, the layers of fog and light with the sun's reflection made an abstract sky that was beautiful.
While Summer and I waited to see what kind of sky the sunset would gift us, we chatted. I like to tell her good stories about my childhood. There were only a few, but they stuck with me all of these years for a reason.
I remember being a young child watching my mom prepare dinner. Our old gas stove had a light that gave the room a golden glow. For some reason, in that moment, I felt warm and safe.
I tucked that moment away, and for the rest of my life, when I happen into a room with that lighting, even now, all of those good feelings come rushing back to me.
I've saved lots of those moments in my sixty-five years. They come in handy sometimes.