David Kanigan goes shopping with his wife. An excerpt:
I’m gliding.
Pulled along by an ethereal force.
Floating down the Lazy River on an inner tube.
There it is.
In hits my lungs first. Freshly baked bread.
I double-pump the air intakes.
Then comes a dazzling light. No, Dazzling Lights.
I slow to take it in.
Chocolate filled Croissants. Jelly-filled donuts. Banana nut bread. Cookies. Home made cookies.
I circle. I circle. I circle.
I’m home. I’ve found my Zen. I’m light-headed.
I’m gliding.
Pulled along by an ethereal force.
Floating down the Lazy River on an inner tube.
There it is.
In hits my lungs first. Freshly baked bread.
I double-pump the air intakes.
Then comes a dazzling light. No, Dazzling Lights.
I slow to take it in.
Chocolate filled Croissants. Jelly-filled donuts. Banana nut bread. Cookies. Home made cookies.
I circle. I circle. I circle.
I’m home. I’ve found my Zen. I’m light-headed.
2 comments:
Thank you Michael. It's always an inspiring journey at the market....:)
David,
I was glad to find someone else who finds spiritual renewal in the smell of fresh bread.
Michael
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