The season of cheer is upon us — the season of twinkling lights and blazing fires, offset by brisk, dimmed days...
As the soft and sweet aroma of freshly baked golden waffle cones drifts from the open doors of a gelateria, one things is for certain, it is sure to stop one right in her tracks and detour for a few moments; stop in to perhaps order a “gelato affogato” [gelato with espresso poured on top], and be on one’s way again . . .
. . . currently playing with the notion of a quick trip to new york — {only pause for consideration...
. . . a wonderful wednesday afternoon and thoughts are drifting, drifting to far off places — to romantic canals and glass museums, tiny boulangeries and grand archways, a sweet nostalgia for all the places we have been, and all of the places still in our dreams . . .
