In haze between tomorrow and today
When midnight’s passed but morning not quite here
Strange thoughts arrive to find me in the dark
Drifting dreams and imaginings unclear
Three minutes can be an eternity. Forty-five breaths. One hundred and eighty seconds. Two hundred and ten heartbeats.
It’s about priorities. Make a conscious decision to spend your time on what is important to you.
At her touch the raspy scales constricted and coiled, tensed into an anxious lowercase e.
Somewhere in the dusk a bird begins its goodnight song, the tune more mournful now, more wistful now. What does he know?
So measure in cups, grams, or ounces, whatever you are comfortable with, and don’t let anyone’s snobbery stop you from baking your heart happy.
But then in time
Too soon it’s easy to forget
What it was like when she was gone,
What you were like without her there.
The Airbnb was quaint and quirky and we blew in with the wind, strewing makeup bags and wine coolers across the place like our signature: four best friends, there to whoop it up.
Life is full of all these tiny instants that you can’t undo. Any given second can cause life-long consequences.
A cake where the beauty is in the cake itself, exposed and unabashed, adorned by only the most carefully chosen elements that add to, rather than superseding, its flavour and appeal.