December 6. 2013
This morning, before my cup of tea, possibly before my morning pee, I ate a piece of chocolate which had been hidden
(yes, it was supposed to be for Claire)
in my closet.
It melted slowly in my mouth.
It was a savoring, melting meditation.
I believe it was actually calling my name.
This isn't the point.
The point is that it was a very nice thing to do.