The Sound of Boiling
The sound of boiling water rises and falls. I sit on the threshold and wait for the end of that sound. The moment the lid rattles, the sound stops and a familiar smell comes. Until then, I am here.
The sound of boiling water rises and falls. I sit on the threshold and wait for the end of that sound. The moment the lid rattles, the sound stops and a familiar smell comes. Until then, I am here.
After turning off the kitchen light, the heat left on the stove takes a while to fade. In the meantime I sat on the windowsill, my nose against the fogged glass.