The Bakery

The Bakery (created Jan. 14, 2009)

White puffs, crispy bits of dough, fingers pointed with love. The bakery was the place of time standing still. I wanted to feel every bite, take it all in, feel the tiny particles of energy as it melted in my mouth. Each morsel slid down my throat with ease. Each bite was heaven and this was what it felt like to be present, to be alive.

A cinnamon glazed bun puffing up as it cooled from the blistering heat of the charcoaled oven. The bun yearned to cool off but the eager buyer wasn’t waiting, not patient enough to smell. The aroma captured us before…before…oh poor soul! It was too late, for the cinnamon bun was gone. It went far down in the depths of his tummy. The aroma carried us all away and now we regret it. We didn’t have the patience to wait longer.

So on to the next gourmet treat---Oh there now are sugared muffin tops of a variety of flavors: chocolate chip, carrot, banana nut, pumpkin. There are far too many for our weary eyes. A woman’s eyes study each muffin as if to make a most important decision. Each muffin acted as a test to her senses, and smelling each muffin brought back sweet memories. She pondered this important decision until the baker appeared forlorn. The baker thought, “When will she make up her mind?” This woman of 20’s continued to wait. She took in the moment and then the aroma carried her away. Pumpkin was her chosen flavor of the day. The fresh scent of pumpkin was a taste of the fall air.

The woman smiled aware of time as it stood still. And all the other treats in the bakery stood together in bundles of their own; they were hopeful that the onlookers would choose them today. The air filled with scents both sweet and salty and the sweet continued to win.

More and more the passerby smelled and was lured to the bakery. More and more we all lined up. For it was here in the bakery; we are reminded of home