Break fast

 

Forgive the odd format, I know it’s not…normal.

Aug 2. 

We were up at 5:30

I first broke my fast with what a normal human would conclude an absurd amount of watermelon what looked a whole gallon it be.

Zucchini bread I baked forgot the salt I did, a poppi (Dallin family measurement) amount of butter spread one layer thinner than his.

2 cups of coffee only one helping at the beginning of 1/2 and 1/2.

A bit later a calling I heard from deep in the cold dark place we place din din.

Then a fat slice of French bread toasted lightly smeared with a proper poppi amount of hummus I made that didn’t need the last garlic, added Calabrian chilies mixed all up and down and was also smooth as our daily bread with Kalamata olives marinated some by me and the other by another placed dainty all around. 

I knew I shouldn’t have eaten it all, and most certainly waited. 

A woman breaks fast late in the morn except for the fruit her minds eye desires.

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

I wonder what this is going to look like down the road. I know the hammer or boot is going to come down I just don’t know where the derivative hits the road, so to speak. 

I’m feeling better now about the all, I swept with my broom and gathered it as I danced to the sound of true love and the salt water flowed.

I see the magic in the air.