I feel like I am:

In the woods in the fall as the sun is going down, when you wrap your scarf around your neck a little tighter and shove your hands in your pockets a little deeper.

More food fotos

Chinese cooking, day 2:

Mussels with black bean sauce

Fresh mango pudding

Cooking Adventure: Chinese

Spicy Sichuan Fish

Potato Balls with Spicy Sauce

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Awake and Asleep

The fan in your room was turned on even in the winter
While you tucked yourself into the down comforter
Pushing to your sides three pillows
That would mold to the shape of your body.

Then came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then your phone buzzed and startled you awake.

Haiku for Night Walking

I shiver again.
A breeze tickles my neck as
I come back to earth.

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I am a dreamer of strange dreams

I am a dreamer of strange dreams. Of these I have no control.

I was having Christmas with relatives in a small house that felt like the country but looked like the city. Our family and friends were in the other room watching tv together. Mark and I were in the tiny kitchen washing dishes and more than a few times, our arms or knees or elbows brushed against one another. Eventually, we made eye contact when this happened instead of keeping them to ourselves, and we continued without worry. I was drying a bowl in front of the sink when he grabbed me around the waist to pick me up and move me to the corner of the little kitchen so I wouldn’t be taking up so much space. He sat down in the kitchen nook, but his arm around my waist lingered there, and mine on his shoulder. We were laughing and talking about something and he finally said, “So are you just going to admit that you love me already?” and I said, “Would it be okay for me to do that?” He said yes, so I laughed and smiled and nuzzled his head. He continued to smile and laugh, and he told me that he loved me, too — why did I think he was so nervous about spending time with me and relating to me and making me happy? I said, “You always make me so happy.”