Sunday, November 18, 2012

Sunny run

The curtains were drawn and the sky was big and bright. I awoke with a gleam in my eye. Ran outside with sunscreen slapped on exposed skin and a need to escape and contemplate. The music stayed low in the background so as not to interfere with pensive thoughts.

Watched geese; saw fishermen in cold rivers. Avoided trams the size of semis. Waited impatiently at fussy traffic lights. Smiled at a dog.


:: Let sleeping cats lie ::

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Sweet potato pie

The collection

The form: cinnamon roll crust

The function: puffy marshmallow topping