A cardinal hops along the bushes just outside our front window. The birds chirp while the occasional car and cyclist whoosh past our otherwise quiet street. Inside the a/c hums, and all feels still.
White Jasmine flowers bloom lush and heavy on green ever winding vines that have crept their way in and out of the wrought iron trellises marking our entrance way. Their scent hangs softly in the air and captivates with their floral sweetness.
I have emptied the dishwasher and organized the cabinets. Honey, black cumin seed, za’atar and sumac tickle my imagination and my appetite.
I sit down to write instead.