
Curls of frankincense billow towards me. I breathe in slowly through my nose. The house submits to the sweet, deep darkness and I feel the urge to sleep. My body is ready to sink down anywhere - the couch, the bed, the kitchen floor - but, as Robert Frost would say "I have miles to go before I sleep." I drag the tip of my spoon along the soft white scoop and put the cold ice cream to my lips. I slip into a dream lit by exotic pine, orange, sandlewood and cream. There's ginger in there, … [Read more...]
























