This morning is mellow. Steam rises from an aluminium contraption in my kitchen. Mother is making breakfast. Steamed rice cakes midweek is a surprise. The lid on the apparatus rattles, sharing the sentiment, mildly. Steam and flavour all hang in the kitchen heavy, clouds hang outside hesitant. What does the day bode?
009 - Mist Gets in the Eyes
009 - Mist Gets in the Eyes
009 - Mist Gets in the Eyes
This morning is mellow. Steam rises from an aluminium contraption in my kitchen. Mother is making breakfast. Steamed rice cakes midweek is a surprise. The lid on the apparatus rattles, sharing the sentiment, mildly. Steam and flavour all hang in the kitchen heavy, clouds hang outside hesitant. What does the day bode?