suspending belief.

so i'm sitting in a room with no windows, chewing gum, waiting for lunch. i'm hungry. i've been hungry a lot lately. for sushi and avacado and kombucha. for homemade fajitas and chicken burritos and for anything made with love from me to b. because lately, i've been feeling very domestic. last night i chopped up organic heirloom tomatoes, garlic, red onion, jalapeno and some italian flat-leaf parsely. then i mixed it all together with course sea salt and olive oil. it was very good. we ate it on top of grilled chicken with shredded white cheddar, freshly mashed avacado, black beans and a tortilla. i wish i was home right now to eat more. and to have divine conversation with B on the screened-in. about love and life and family and how it's so nice to finally be surrounded by trees and birds and one, giant magnolia.

but instead i'm in this room with no windows. and i'm counting down to lunch.