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A baker’s secret weapon.

An added delight to any dish.

Try it in spaghetti

you’d be surprised for it is bliss.

It will spice up your appetite

and make you crave more.

So be careful around Christmas

when too much makes tummies sore.

As a child I would dream of pop and chips

and chocolate bars and CANDY.

The sugar rush that I felt was everything

as I ran around with friends.

Now as an adult I find myself still craving candy

but ones that are less sugar filled, more flavorful.

I like the chocolate bars or straight chocolate

but not very often, only once in awhile.

Too much of a good thing can be bad.

Candy, is a treat and now I find

it lasts forever.

Especially if my kids don’t like it but I do.

Like black licorice. Yay!

No. You may not have a cookie.

You are home sick today. No sugar.

There’s a cat.. in front of the screen.

Sigh, guess I’ll wait until she moves.

Where’s my coffee?

I swear I just had it in my hand!

Stop being a little tyrant!

Now, what was I going to write about again?

Salad with a garnish.

The outfit for the day.

Drill sergeant yelling.

Evening plans confirmed.

Activities that are fun.

Tasty drizzles on food.

Dressing for the Ages

The coffee spill – all over the keyboard.

The water in the shower suddenly burns.

Tripping over the cat who you saw laying in the middle of the doorway.

Your child being extra unruly this morning.

The news article that caught your eye was unpleasant.

Your morning commute had red lights and multiple delays, causing you to be late.

The only question that burns in your mind –

Was it a full moon last night?

Nothing but the spine attached to the wings

Left on the side walk for passerby’s.

The molted skin from the snake that you had as a child.

A curled up male mosquito lying on the windowsill

As you are looking out at the snow falling behind it.

The dismembered and stripped body of the chicken from last nights supper

Spread around the kitchen floor curtesy of the dog.

Soon to be dead spider who mistakenly thought you would be a good landing spot.

Best of all

You live in a mortuary.

Life is grand.

The moons reflected off the spires of the tower as I watched them raise the flag.

Such an archaic gesture meant to make people proud.

I find myself drawn into the celebrations as the Triarchy gains itself a new member replacing the one just lost.

The colours beam down from the palisades showing the beauty of the stars.

I never understood why we could only wear white at the Jubilee, until I was in it.

The colours.

The riotous, mad panorama that shines upon the humans and the world they have made.

Some claim the whole race is mad.

Others say merely creative.

But this environment where we are all plain, wearing the colour that is all colours – white, then finding ourselves awash in the rainbow of starlight we are all equal.

Prismatic colours that force you to blink because they could not, should not exist.

Yet they do.

The lines streaking past your eyes as you try to take everything in.

I have recorded only three Jubilees in my lifetime and each one leaves me breathless, unable to stop crying.

The Triarchy has not come to an end, though there will always be dissenters.

I am not here for the politics.

I am here for the display given life through the ice palace’s windows.

Forever will I marvel at the simple engineering feat that allows such beauty into this world.

I am Saturn’s child.

It is not as if I can control it.

It’s all in my head you see.

Science dictates that my brain is wired

…. differently.

The chemical synapses blink randomly

and sometimes even shut down.

When overwhelmed it is – hard

to get a grip on life and do the duties expected.

Yet I survive and do not choose the end

so many have chosen.

I do not live for myself.

I live for those around me! 

The wrapping ripped and torn.

Ribbons unraveled and turned into cat toys.

Food lethargy turns everyone comatose.

Minimum energy spent as the kids play

Sometimes quietly, more often not.

Food scraps left as an offering to the holiday gods.

A string of lights blink slowly as the eyelids droop.

No broken candles left lying around.

But the holiday spirit lives on.

Walking in the direction of the beach.

The surfers and the swimmers enjoying the waves.

Sunscreen applied.

The heat is abated when the water is entered.

Rest and relaxation rejuvenate the soul.