Making bread on a cloudy morning, and the soreness in my forearms during kneading surprises me. How long has it been? I remember breakfast and quickly fry some leftover rice, garlic, crack an egg on top. I make the first cup of coffee after a long weekend of illness. CBC Radio is on in the background, the Calgary morning show, which I haven’t been able to stop listening to despite the fact I don’t live in Calgary anymore. I think of the stories I’m working on with my Humber mentor, and I have been feeling eager for the first time in months.
There are difficult things, but there are also these things.
2 thoughts on “Cloudy.”
i was more taken into the softness, the giving in, of the dough.
Ah yes, I love that too.