one quick breeze has arrived. it skims over the ocean, ruffles the water into peaks that are near-identical. white foam tops the crest before it dissolves, gone in an unseen pattern. on the sand, fish and chip papers rustle.
the water runs deep, ice-cold and dark with unseen things. light is fading. reservations stop me from ducking under, from coming closer still. it's icy, and my skin feels singed with blood as i approach and dive in.
there's crumbs on the bench a thin-framed tray cooling fresh cookies from the stove. a swipe of a damp sponge clears away the crumbs, leaving clean. the cookies go cold left out too long and only just staying soft. they are still good, with a subtle tang of orange when bitten. someone ventures… Continue reading crumb + cold + playful
the days are getting shorter as spring leaves, letting autumn bring its chill. pre-dawn is cold and the streets are bare, spotlit by ghostly-absent lights. the perfume of a wood-fire accompanies me home where hot food waits.
nights are the worst in winter, when the snow whirls around the building. the air is clean, fresh, hurts to breathe. just a drop of perfume is necessity.
the coffeepot stands on the kitchen bench, untouched for several months. it's been ignored in favour of a line of teapots, separate pots for different varieties, a routine carving itself out over time. two cups of energizing in the early morning, the second of which is poured into a travel cup; one of plain black… Continue reading of thirst
warmth sways in the air tangling with chill winds as it strives to make a point known.