A writer's blog

And then, I had a delightful thought. I acted on it. I popped the blueberry into the hole of the raspberry. I took in the wonder of the colours for just a moment before eating. I think of all those many years ago when I was maybe six and I had done the same thing. I was out under the sun with my bare feet on soft green grass. Open air. I had been told I'd made a mess with the berries, and a cloth was gently, lovingly run over my face. Today I steal this moment between pressing tasks, with my feet in pretty sandals under my desk. I can recall the moment, so many years ago. I can bring it to me. Right here in my tiny, four, clothed beige walls. The taste alone didn't do it. Not until one berry was placed inside the other. It all came back.