Good morning!

Here's an idea I've been carrying around for a while now. Telling you a story about the image above, that is.
This picture I took is the perfect reflection of a canvas my grandparents used to have in one of the rooms in their home. When I saw it, so proudly displayed on the wall of a very nice old cuisine restaurant, I was indeed very happy. And also grateful. And this because I did not have the chance to take a picture of it while my grandparents were still alive and nor did I think I could search it on the internet.

All these feelings were soon overcome by an avalanche of sweet memories and longings I did not think about for a while. They say that people become immortal through those that remember them, talk and think about them. 
Well, I do believe it. And I think that there are others who feel that way too; which is a good thing because sometimes it's hard to endure the thought that one is alone and misunderstood. 

'And why did I write these lines?', you would ask. Well, to share with you the feelings I get when I look at the image above. How a smell of morning envelops me (yes, of morning; and if you are skeptical, please remember the mornings your mother used to wake you up and call you for breakfast, and the herbal tea warmly touched your nostrils and conveyed a slight but sure feeling that you will manage to wake up; remember the mornings when you could not wait to go on trips or those when you were finally going to reunite with someone you were missing for a long time ... and many other such moments, that surely have left a strong impression upon you). Yes, it smells of morning and the air is so cold and fresh that it hurts when you breath it in, the rooster is crowing and the hens keep the tone. Azor, the dog, is barking, obviously upset of the fact that it does not get any attention, the door to the attic squeaks and then we can hear it closing and a shuffling of feet conveys the message that the eggs are done and grandma awaits for us at the table.

Many times I looked at the canvas and thought about the number of hairs in the toothbrush and the two vessels, how they all made almost the exact picture I could see on a table in a room from my grandparents' house. I knew that one could order portraits, and I wondered if people also ordered still life embroidered canvas.

I am sure that there are a lot of people who will find a sort of connection with this picture, too. To those of you I'd like to convey the following message: Good morning, don't forget to remember!