it's not right until it's a good meal
Few days ago, I got a cute lunch box that looked like a good time promised.
I want to bring it to the riverside and dig in, that would be like munching the food and clouds together.
Today, it's creamy cinnamon and caramel latte with bánh mì. Yesterday's happening was a blast! Besides the bookbinding marathon (that my right arm is now paying for), there was a mystery of staple-from-takeout-bag-bounced-off-me-and-went-to-a-paralell-universe that took me extra hour after dark to solve. So I hugged the pillows some more time this morning. Getting up and grabbing breakfast felt like Mario hopping on a mushroom. Taking time with the coffee, taste the cloudy cream, try it with no ice, one cub, then two cubs, use the straw to scoop up some foam and taste it. I have had good coffee all my life but never learned to enjoy it this way before. Do you know that it might taste better with ice?
Anyway, the craft marathon kinda set my math brain to a clear fresh start, so I am doing math today! Giving my arm one day to rest, while my brain gets ready for next week lesson.
Looking forward to Sunday, when I finish this batch of notebooks and putting my room plants on pots. I love having them in water but I will be on the road soon, soiled and outdoor conditions might give them a better hope.
Back to the lunch box, I basically tried all takeout options in the area. Close to go time anyway. Heavenly time of what's for lunch today, at my doorstep. Appreciated.
"I can feel it, coming in the air tonight..."