The path isn't easy, but I'm famished after hours of storming around the isles of possibilities, only to find myself in a land of contemplation.
I snail towards the kitchen, where my eyes meet an empty glass and spoon. I subconsciously and rhythmically find a remedy.
The percolation dissolves my island, my mind, worries melting swiftly. I savor this paradox. Warm hands envelop the balls of snow (worries), melting them, and they disappear. Such fine moments where I hope and taste the warmth in the cold.
I'm mesmerized how some sinful spoons of affogato can be a compass to restart.
Neville Hunt almost 2 years ago
Affogato! Now you’re talking Verity! Delish!!
Jamie Clapperton almost 2 years ago
Just the thought of ice cream and coffee together tastes lovely in my head. Nice one , Verity ;-)
VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
Thank you, Neville and Jamie. Glad you'll liked!!
VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
Thank you, Jeff!
VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
Thank you, Richard!
Christopher almost 2 years ago
These always make me hungry!
VerityAlways almost 2 years ago
Thank you, Christopher