Starving Artist Ink.

two eggs whisked up with cinnamon…

bread soaked up in this simple concoction…

fried and sprinkled with powdered sugar.

something so simple, but feels like it can do so many things to my body and soul.

just typing that feels silly. but really…

the day is cloudy and cool, a cardigan and umbrella day… where people are rushing around-clucking their tongues at the sky.

am i the only one that loves it this much?

i can sit and take a deep breath of it forever. the coolness that fills my lungs, the scents of fire and rain.

it feels like autumn.

i know it won't last long, summer days will come back. but for now, i'm in my element.

french toast is one of those magic foods that tastes like childhood… like lazy sundays and days of snow covered cabins. days that you don't change out of your long johns, but just put your snow suit on over it to go outside and be free…and breathe in icy air until your lungs are stiff… pink cheeks and warm bellies.

it reminds me of my papa standing over the stove, a cup of coffee steaming next to him while he plates up thick pieces of sweet toast and crispy bacon.

make your day sweet.

-xo