I woke up with butterscotch on my mind; a hankering for something sweet, smooth, light to soothe my aching throat perhaps.
The day is well on its way. Cirrus clouds are stretched across the sky, unmoving, in expectation.
Something is new. It floats in the air like three notes of an unsung melody; it toys with consciousness without staying long enough to become thought; like the echo of a passing shadow.
Doves are quarreling for territory. Far away barks climb up the hill along with noise of city clutter. Random sounds, all familiar, none the silence of Flauzins, Merlin’s land, intrude and jar my soul a little.
The Med, wearing the palest shade of blue, is pensive as well, reflecting haze and clouds, hanging on to this moment, to eternity.
Perhaps a storm is coming…
Yes, butterscotch would be nice; a tingle on my lips, a riot on my tongue, balm in my throat, bliss among butterflies before I face the day.
You know that I liked this piece very much. The thoughts that go through our minds as we stretch and prepare for the day ahead.
Then I read this: “The day is well on its way.”
Somebody will be late for work. 😦
Em, you’ve done it again. This is sooo gooood I could smell the air off the water and had the taste of butterscotch on my tongue. How did you know I liked butterscotch???
I didn’t know you liked it, but I am plum crazy about it. Smile.
I am glad you liked the piece.
AnElephantCant help but notice
Emmy is a brilliant raconteur
And he knows she is wise
So it is no great surprise
Elle aime bien le caramel dur
He also must say
Ce n’est pas le beurre Ecossais
Or his rhyme would be several lines fewer
Not all caramel dur are pleasant
but butterscotch… AnElephantCant
imagine what it does for Emmy,
It’s just so yummy!
I shall feed it you
Far too dangerous to laugh when I am popping butterscotch into your sweet mouth.
Not laughing now.
Scutterbotch in our house and, yes, I love it too! 🙂