waiting

Nearly tripping over my own feet, I rush to the kitchen to find those little muffins peeking out from their place on the middle rack—all huddled together, counting, “1..2..3”, as if they could all swing their weight to the side at once, and tumble out onto the kitchen floor and scamper away. But I am too quick. In a flash, I swipe an oven mitt from its hook and slip it on. As I open the oven door the rich, sweet aroma rolls over and around me filling the kitchen with a fragrance so full and so good that I can almost taste it.

slice of life

I’m standing here in my kitchen, listening to the sound of my paring knife slicing through a crisp apple. “Scheeeoomph! thud. Scheeeoomph! thud.” Laying out pale, juicy wedges, rimmed in a blush of red across the cutting board. The fruity scent…tangy, honey-like, and clean rises like a cool morning  breeze, refreshing my mind. The color…

Leaning forward…looking outward

The view out my window is desolate today, save for the few small patches of used-up snow…strewn here and there like old worn-out socks, dropped by a woman wandering aimlessly in search of a sunny day…to hang her laundry against a bright, blue sky.   Poor little socks of snow, peppered with bits of grit…