I baked the most incredible carrot cake today.
It was a slow day,
The kind where you give ur steps a second to
catch up and slow down to hear the chirps of
the tiny canaries and notice the yellows in the
centres of flowers.
The kind you take a moment to catch up with
a vaguely familiar face at the super market instead of
a polite nod or looking the other
way pretending not to notice them.
Its a day you smell the new spring dewed air
And hope to step in a puddle to feel a little wet
to remind yourself aliveness means getting
uncomfortable sometimes.
Today I returned home to bake my carrot cake
and invited over a friend for mimosas.
We sipped and peeled and drank and baked
and poured and drank.
We got to know each other even better than
before
And we sipped some more.
And we mixed and toasted to life going
Whichever way it needs to.
And we polished off that bottle and we ate our
baked goods and she left.
And I went to my friend’s house for more
drinks and a night with more friends.
How lucky I am for my friends.
And together we ate my carrot cake
And we laughed and sang
And we drank some more
And I felt sleepy and I caught a ride home.
And I slept and I was happy
Happy to have beautiful people in my life
And happy to be alive and to live for more
days with these people and more beautiful
things.
Today was a day I decided to bake instead of
worrying about the fact that we’ll probably be
breaking up by the end of this weekend.
But I know that life has beautiful, sweet things in it
regardless,
and maybe another beautiful thing is saying
goodbye.
















