17 Mar
Chapter -7, Listening, pages 173-176
Chink…… chink…… chink…… The quiet tink of glass rod on glass rim penetrated the drawn out wind-like sound I heard as I breathed in. Chink……. Leaning forward I inhaled the new combination of scents. Ooof… too much pine. “Rats.” Well, let it cook. Smell it again in a few hours. I thought about the painting [...]