outdoor dinning, an interlude from thoughts or food for?

Hello, you all.

I hope you are,

well.

That is one,

thing,

often,

on my mind,

as I sit in front of,

my keyboard,

in one of my writing,

outfits,

I admit it’s usually, my t-shirt, boxer briefs, old L.L Bean flannel robe, triumvirate-the power players of my creative wardrobe

:-p

that my ‘girls’ are doing,

well.

I’ve been simmering,

and,

and even,

seething,

with thoughts,

ideas,

emotions,

all week.

Yesterday,

emerging into,

the cold clear air,

after a week,

of sneezy and sinus pain,

house arrest.

I felt the Spring,

distantly,

still,

but, I felt,

it,

in the colour of the sky,

in the bright quality,

of the sun.

I felt good,

in spite of the cold and my cold,

and,

I was overtaken with a,

craving,

well,

more than one,

but,

a food craving,

perhaps it was the,

smell,

coming from the corner,

dumpy,

restaurant,

perhaps it was,

a need for the particular,

comfort,

that comes,

from dough, grease, cabbage and mystery meat,

but,

I freely admit,

sometimes,

nothing,

cures what ails you,

and,

quite sets you,

free,

like,

EGG ROLLS,

ahh, egg rolls,

when it’s cold and sunny,

$3.20 buys you heat, grease and joy,

not to be done,

too often,

this shit will kill you,

but,

hey,

once in a while.

So before I got on,

the metro,

on my trek to Target’s,

to,

acquire new t-shirts,

I had my egg rolls,

dipped lightly,

in sickly sweet,

plum sauce,

right there,

a little off.

the sidewalk,

on this plastic ,

monstrosity,

near the entrance,

to the subway.

For the life of me, in twenty five years, I’ve never figured out what they are, BB is slow sometimes.

These two ladies,

waiting for the bus,

whispered to each other.

I smiled at them,

and,

thought,

they knew,

not,

what they were,

missing,

and,

decided to,

immortalize the moment,

I call this one,

egg rolls al fresco

egg rolls al fresco

and,

yes, that is snow,

in the background,

not to mention,

my beanie clad,

shadow.

A moment of joy,

practically,

bliss.

Soon BBQ’s and long walks,

by the river,

small pleasures,

and,

sources of inspiration,

Spring,

in all it’s glory,

and,

hallelujah,

rebirth.

The year of the Phoenix,

my friends,

the year of the Phoenix,

Later girls,

BB

 

 

 

 

 

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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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