A Spoonful of Honey

If there is one thing in life that releases all chaos of the mind: it is honey. A spoonful of honey. 

Tonight I stood before the window above the sink, looking out. I drizzled the honey onto my spoon, but once but three times. 

One day I want to be a beekeeper, not only because honey is pure happiness, but because it brings pure happiness. Honey brings me back. It reminds me. It resembles a man I proudly call my grandfather. 

Standing with spoon in hand I become emotional. I am not one to quickly draw out my own emotions, but something about the sweet taste of the honey brought it out in me. Who knew, a simple spoonful of honey could create such emotions, thoughts, memories past, and dreams to come. 

Who knew? Who knew as I stood before the kitchen sink that a few puzzle pieces of life would quietly fall into place.