Jan 2, 2019
Half the lights are out in front of my building
And its sooo dark.
It just brought back visceral memories of being about 10 on my first trip to the deep south with my grandma and my sister and my cousin.
No lights besides the porch lights or other people for miles. I remembered being so scared but, even at 10, being able to appreciate the stillness and quiet.
That was the only trip I ever took with my grandmother and 5 years later she was gone. Later this month it will be 17 years since she died but I miss her everyday.
What bitter and sweet random memories a darkened walkway can bring up!
