Escapes, in descending order

Get lost in

Pinterest. New York Times. Food blogging. Wikipedia. Fat, self-entitled kittens. Blood orange & tea blossom bubble baths- burning hot. Jasmine tea- musky green pearls unfold into aging water. The bulk bins at the Kiva- filled brimming with nutty brown grains, full pearlescent grains, the smell of dry chaff, sticky honey & fig bars. Barefoot Contessa youtubing. A long, leisurely run under dappled leaves. Beautiful new shoes. Documentaries. Yelp dreaming. Hot water & foaming soap. A rug & space heater. The cool weight of ivory & ebony-- black and white keys-- below your fingertips. Soft pads surely placed. Fuzzy socks. Empty drawers. Long, lean boards, waiting to be collaged. Unrelenting, black hair to brush- the only thing you've never once thought to change about yourself. A toasted bagel & coffee, with the slightest hint of cardammom, muddled mint. The hum of a car as it takes you to & from. The feel of yielding dough under your palms. A dusting of flour. Also, the luxury of not having to cook your own dinner. The first puff that comes out of hot bread- I can smell the sweet, faraway scent of warm coconut. That first coconut bread that I never made again.