he made cauliflower and leek soup and i watched as the windows fogged. white painted benches in the kitchen, the dog at my feet, it felt like a picture i once had seen. i read the paper and we listened to new music. unsure about what we thought of female vocals. we talked and laughed. my love.
I believe in the power of the senses. I believe in the power of words, of images, of heat, passion, and the power of human touch. I believe in nature, and the wild existence that will overgrow everything. I believe in the past and look forward to the future. I believe in this circus of life.