cookies

The cookies are done. They sit in piping hot rounds, reeking of cinnamon and butter and loving mixing. The crisp of the baking paper, the rustle of the heat as it cools and crackles through the mixture, settling back into the searing black tray, causing the edges of the biscuits to curl upwards as though…

dandelion seeds – we’re all just blowing in the wind

Does it matter? What we fill this world with while we’re here? Some people say life’s a bitch and then you die, and for some I guess maybe it is like that. But what about the good parts? What about all the beauty? The leaves surrounding you on an autumn walk to work, new soft…