Away for the weekend . . . reading and thinking norcal style.
From my latest read,
"With the windows flung open to the streets of Genoa I float in the lotus pond of my bedspread. A stone tablet rests across my belly, covered in flowers. Reaching to pluck a morsel, I'm enamoured to find that my fingers have narrowed into slender amber talons, I hook a blossom and lower it to my lips, marvelling as a lover--sweet mustiness honeycombs across my tongue. After flavor shoots around my mouth and my whole body reverberates. I gulp down great mouthfuls of pond water that taste more exquisite than anything I could have imagined. These sensations have continued beyond that waking dream. My mouth has developed an intelligence of its own--everything has savor, not just herbs and spices, but even this evening's pasta imparted to me the history of its birthplace in the wheat fields of Sicily."