Thursday, January 8, 2009

My sense of things, first ed.

I taste handmade raspberry chocolate fudge from Z. Cioccolato in North Beach.

I listen to bon iver, for emma forever ago.

I feel cold (which is sort of rare and enjoyable in Northern California) mellowed by a soft, hand-knitted blanket from our friend.

I see boxes of old things leaving my house, leaving blank places for new chapters of life to fill.

I am about to smell some muffins cooking in my oven.

Inspired by similar posts by Nicole at the Habit of Being.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

this is awesome!
so are you!

Lizard said...

I love this.

Nicole said...

I wish I were smelling warm muffins. xo