Spring cleaning hit late in my childhood home this year. And by late, I mean it’s mid-October and we’ve just begun cleaning out old cupboards in a room that hasn’t experienced spring cleaning in over a decade. As we pried open the cabinets, hundreds of photos spilled out. With them, the breeze of the past and its musty antique smell blew over us. Close your eyes and let memories wash over you like the wind. Whose voice do you hear? What place do you visit? What do you smell?
Brianna Curran, Washington, DC