Friday, December 27, 2013

How does one decide what to eat and what to write on 12/25?

The decision is local.  Here in San Francisco, I walk Ocean Beach.  It was a brilliantly bright & warmday.  I was not alone and all pebbles appeared relaxed and open to their journey.
I'm never alone on the beach.  Never alone in the kitchen.  Whatever/however/with whomever you celebrate, I trust you did.  Eat well & write.

1 comment:

  1. As if in a wandering dream, the merchant awoke to the sound of pots banging
    and realized that he was not the only one in the small cottage
    to which he had retired some days ago.
    Behold the warmth of a kitchen in full swing, he thought.