In The Beginning There was Gramma
Sunday Evening November 21, 2 Gramma reclines in her reading chair, motionless, head back, chin out, staring intently into the depths of D eep S pace. It is absolutely frigid outside , the arctic blast cleansing the sky of the moisture so necessary for life yet so ruinous for observing the stars . I can see her clearly down the hall from my reading desk in the upstairs study . She seems timeless, silver hair in the traditional "up" style of her youth, blouse and sweater and yoga pants, coordinated and functional, her feet unseen , buried deep in her rabbit fur slippers. She laughs about her slipper ' s warmth, "There two times when cold feet can change a life; When witnessing a heated debate, to which you know the solution, yet say nothing , and the other is when in the course of reading about a n unsolved enigma , rising out of your subconscious a possibility form s . N o! It's not a possibility! This is THE answer ! Then with a light laugh sh