One part amber. Two parts time. Mixed slowly; let dry. A pinch of this; A tickle of that. Plenty of wine. Us embedded and entwined in golden laughter reclined. Your scent lingering long after you’re gone .
This day seems to be the forgotten holiday of the year. There is no lead-up to Good Friday. No frenzied fanfare of festivity. No elaborate feasts to plan and prepare. That is probably why I like it the best. Good Friday really is a day off from the bustle and hustle of the consumer world.Continue reading “Good Friday”