Monday, January 26, 2009

Spice, inclement and work time.

1. The flavour of the cinnamon that infused our hot chocolate milk wriggles its way to the top.

2. We have no need to go out, so it's no concern of ours if the wind roars around the walls and the rain soaks the world drop by drop.

3. It is late and silent, except for me tapping at the keyboard.

Rainwater, heave and tiramisu.

1. The softness of rainwater -- unthinking I lather my hands with the usual amount of soap, and then find I can't rinse it off. 2. I div...