Memories

air purifier
sounds just like the heating vent
at grandma’s old house

i remember the
rush of warm air and the
smell of sausages

It was so strange... I was going through a series of yoga stretches and just flashed on this memory of sitting in front of the heating vent at Grandma and Grandad's house in Akron. Grandad was still alive, sitting in his chair in the corner. Sausage was cooking in the kitchen, as it usually was. I could picture almost everything that was in the house and, stranger, smell it. Not just the sausage. There was a warm, inviting smell that seemed to belong to the house itself. Part sausage, part Grandad's old spice, part...I don't know what.