Trains and Collard Greens

I heard a train as I went out the door this morning. It was 5:52AM and the sun was still down. The air was crisp, and a hint of a breeze was blowing, It reminded me of being a child. Southern children grow accustom to the sound of oncoming trains, but never loose their awe of the great beasts. It's funny, the things that will take you to another time and place. The smell of a hearty meal cooking, The taste of butter milk, the feel of a cool breeze, the sight of tall pines and red brick homes. One sensation leads to the memory of another. I've been smiling at happy memories all day. Pork chops, collard greens, fresh cornbread, real butter, potatoes, corn on the cob, ice-tea and homemade ice cream for dessert.

-S