Sunday, 6:08 p.m.
Pitting the cherries. Stemming the blueberries. Measuring the cream.
Chopping the dill. Slicing the butter. Unwrapping the salmon.
Shelling the peas. Sauteeing the garlic flowers. Halving the cherry tomatoes.
Peeling the big red onions. Slicing the portabello mushrooms.
Turning the page. Drinking the ice water. Choking on the woodsmoke.
Humming. Listening to the wind. Not thinking about much.