the slow-cooked sentence

I live like honey stirred into tea, the warm sweetness swallowed, leaving a sticky puddle to cling to the bottom of my mug. I drag a finger through it, the only writing done in days.

5 Responses to “The return road”

• Beth says:

  January 11, 2013 at 2:50 pm

  And you rest in January… sounds like some fine self-care, to me.
• Denise | Chez Danisse says:

  January 11, 2013 at 7:56 pm

  And it is rich and enough.
• Denise | Chez Danisse says:

  January 11, 2013 at 7:58 pm

  PS I really like this photograph. The light, colors, texture, depth.
• Rachael says:

  January 12, 2013 at 9:08 am

  Beth, I had a feeling you’d understand.

  Denise, somehow you’ve made the neglect of a habit sound acceptable. Thank you.
• Andrea says:

  January 24, 2013 at 6:36 am

  At least honey writing is sweet writing…

  I’ve tagged you to blog about your next BIG thing at http://www.remainsofday.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-next-big-thing.html if you want to play along.