duck fat, blankets, sunset.

going to the nail salon next to the cumberland farms on king street to get the nails on my right hand cut, the sun coming out unexpectedly while i was walking, mocha lattes made right, the taste of hot and sour soup delivered by diane, rachael ray making chicken apple sausages and figs while i snuggle under a blanket, noticing the sunset from my desk, collage on my floor, the magnetic fields, an email from amber and memories of toast in san francisco, wearing the shawl i made right before i left nyc for california, watering my plants, love, confit means cooked in fat, thinking interesting thoughts even if nothing concrete gets accomplished, reading novel for the sake of the story, the value of time of dream and imagine and think.