In granny's kitchen

The wind is blasting the rain at my window today. 
And in the blink of an eye, I am transported back to my small granny's house. 
I can hear the wind in the chimney and the fire blazing in the Aga. 
I can hear the clock tick tock on the high mantel. 
I can see the faded roses winding up the wall paper. 
I can see the oilcloth on the table. 
I can smell that particular smell of granny's house. 
I can feel the warmth and weight of the mug of tea in my hand.
But most of all I can feel the love I always felt in her company. 
I can feel the way stress would unwind and time would stop running and rushing by. 
The quiet and calm of her... 
And I can look into my heart and see that what she gave me is woven in to every fibre of my being.
And I can feel that peace again.