ADORED

A few hours we arrived home in Florida , I was still unsettled by the emotions those long ago memories on the chopper had stirred up. I was standing in the conservatory; it was the highest point in the staggered house and had always felt like an eagle’s aerie to her. All but one wall, as well as half of the ceiling, was entirely made of glass.

I gazed down at the beautiful, blue Atlantic Ocean with its pristine beaches. To my left was a view of the mountain range. One of the best view of the private house.

The house was exactly as she remembered. Big and beautiful, it was built into the face of the mountain and had panoramic views all around. I loved this house, absolutely loved the way it caught the sun. I never knew how much I missed the view until now maybe because I never saw it as a home to me, I had always wanted to leave back then. Every memories came back to me as I stepped out of the chopper, the bad and the good memories but I guess the bad memories was much with the sweet s