These days-

Making bread in the morning- It takes me fifteen minutes-

But then, the simplest of meals becomes something quite special-

Meanwhile, I am working my way through one hundred miniatures-

Which didn't start abstract, but abstraction pushed it's way in-

I can't rest, can I?

My mind is in a knot-

and I am slowly and carefully

trying to turn the maze into a river-

Flow-

breathe-

smell rosemary...

there it is-

I have learned to bake bread, haven't I?

 I added some rosemary to my loaf this morning-

an experiment that seems will turn out just fine-

Yes, it will.

All will turn out just fine.

I trust-

Hugs-

Annamaria Potamiti