The year has turned and there is nothing to be done. The bacon and mushroom omelette was divine and the coffee strong and the sunshine brilliant. The film we saw together at the Little Theater was smooth and the conversation full of wit and sage and hazelnut.
It is a buttercream afternoon with candles and cake. The stove bubbles hot…three burners working to coax pulled chicken, artichoke, chick peas…potato and sausage and white rice.
We relish these sunshine nuances fading from the living room furniture which now sits alone…plump and quiet, awaiting the burst of family energy and guests…looking forward to cake crumbs…and folded napkins.
The candles are lit…the moon is new today. 61 is calm. Time to be in earnest…
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