Granola Warms the Heart

This is a writing sprint. Please excuse spelling and grammatical errors.

It’s a bit chiily here in Orlando this morniing…hey, it happens! Upon hearing the timer on the oven, I went and removed the fresh baked granola from it and while my sense of smell swam within its aroma, the heat hitting me gave me a moment to pause.

It reminded me of times when I was a child and it was also one of the colder moments in Orlando. Like, unexpectedly cold so you had to come up with ways to stay warm like when new ypork experiences a heat wave and a lot of [people dont have a/c spo they have to do something like go to a building to stay cool kinda way. My father would turn on the oven and leave the door slightly ajar to try to warm the house.

The thought warmed my heart as my oven this morning warmed me. When you had a less than steller child-hood you hold on to even the slighted moments like this of when you