its raining today, but i stepped out to do some messages anyway. i still have sore spots on my feet from trying to break in my new boots so i was feeling much like a miserable, drowned rat on the way back, but i decided in a strike of whimsy to step into a local bakery. this is the same bakery my nan brought me to every sunday after church, and i havent been inside in about 10 years. but i was filled with a warm and gentle joy when i saw the ginger bread men sitting on the counter, in the same place they always were when my nan bought me one every week.

it was fantastic. the slight resistance, sudden snap, and my mouth filling with that slight ginger tang when biting into the thin, hard figure in my hands brought me an utterly calming pleasure; i managed to forget what ever pains i carried in my feet and in my mind. It wasnt all as i remembered it though. For the center buttons, they replaced what used to be smarties, the ones of bright chocolate, not the pale chalk discs of the americans, with small marshmallows. This was a disappointment; the too soft and chewy texture just dosent do it for me. But, in recompense, the top of the head and the bottom of the feet which were before only dipped in chocolate, now had a layer of sprinkles on top. Amazing, manifold hardlets.

i always constantly wear a mask whenever im out, for no other reason than to hide my features, but i took it off to eat my ginger bread man and it was so nice to feel the cool air blowing on my face on my wonderful wet decade old day.