Breathe Deep, I'm Here

“I’m not particularly fond of wandering around the kitchen, but sometimes an invisible current of a river called ‘My Wonderful Working Day’ carries me to where pans hiss invitingly, knives stubbornly tap on cutting boards, and microscopic bits of all kinds of spices drift from stove to stove, swirling around in my head, teasing my appetite. Fragrant steam rises in woolly bunches toward the ceiling and, before it disappears, it sketches brief fragments of stories—mysterious images and secret signs. Oh, if only the café walls could speak…”