Practicing my sketching. “If today gets difficult, remember the smell of coffee, the way sunlight bounces off a window, the sound of your favorite person’s laugh, the feeling when a song you love comes on, the color of the sky at dusk, and that we are here to take care of each other.”
Meanwhile, flowers still bloom. The moon rises, and the sun. Babies smile and somewhere, Against all the odds, Two people are falling in love.
Strangers share cigarettes and jokes. Light plays on the surface of water. Grace occurs on unlikely streets And we hold each other fast| Against entropy, the fires and the flood.
Life leans towards living And, while death claims all things at the end, There were such precious times between, In which everything was radiant And we loved, again, this world.
Practicing my sketching. “Knowing how to be solitary is central to the act of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”
This took a long, long time compared to all the other dishes I’ve made so far. But I love love love ratatouille and this was no exception. It was absolutely delicious.