She stepped out of the car and breathed the autumn air. So familiar, even though she hadn’t experienced this atmosphere in ten years. It was autumn in Vermont and she was coming home for a short visit, a necessary visit. Her mother was very ill and she needed to see her one last time.
Her son picked her up from the closest airport, driving her the rest of the way to her hometown. It was a long way and they stopped by the side of the road to take a break. As she took in a deep breath, the scent of harvested apples was in the air. When she closed her eyes she pictured herself as a child playing in the orchard. She opened them to see trees, colorful drying leaves, and their pungent aroma filled her senses.
She got back into the car thinking, some things do not change.