Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Door

The outside air is cool,
a gentle breeze from the north,
all the way from the arctic circle,
or so it seems.
Birds sing, everything is green, damp, cool.
Opening the door, I step into the house,
and my senses flood with the smells of cooking -
Simmering, garlic-laden sauces -
and I am hungry.
A house, when it smells good, is home.

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