Tuesday, August 31, 2021

Cookie dough wistful flowers

 Walking along a time spent afternoon, I got to remember by seeing.


A tree of golden sunlight that let me to a market where I got my coffee nearby. 



A skip and a hop and some irrelevant smart sounding nonsense littered the ground.


I felt no connection to that paper, so I let it be where it decided to drop. 



Walking from there I imagined walking where I would like. 


There's a garden close by. I like their lantana deals that I can plant in my garden for 3.50 or so. 



They like to glisten in the sun and seem to have found their memory with me wherever I go. 



But then I remembered I like cookie dough and milk at home. That's the nature of what I remember in my childhood. 


A world that's big but cookie dough at home is something that can greet me. It's safe and strong.


That is the nature of social negotiation. If I listen well I always have my dough.

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