Gen-Xer happily dabbling in the arts
The Gospel of Fern
It was coming, and he was trying to run on legs that didn't work right. They wobbled fatly and he lurched , careening across the uneven ground as if he were ten tankards in the ale. Everything in the forest was impossibly large, trees looming to dizzying heights with roots as thick as his unsteady legs. He stumbled over a ropey knot of them and, arms pinwheeling, fell hard.
Mise en Place
If you've never worked in the restaurant industry, walking into a commercial kitchen during a busy dinner rush is like hitting a wall of sensory overload . Overwhelming smells, sounds, and sights are all layered and woven together in a complex dance of motion and coded restaurant communications.
Really, Harold deserves most of the credit. I was too immersed in following the wind’s fickle path through the cotton woods-a flirtatious dance through the oval leaves. Closing my eyes, their graceful partnership rustled, a soft surf of air, sky, and earth.