I devour, I savour

foggy nights, shrimp scampi, Mcdonald’s french fries and good books.

I savour good jokes, the scent of freshly carved Halloween pumpkins and artwork that triggers something in my brain and I start to hear music.

I savour winter storms, lightening storms and the roar of the Ocean when the water begins to bubble and churn because something is happening out there or under there that we can’t see until it’s too late.

Above all I savour conversations that  wake my muses from their quiet and dreamless sleep and we dine together

by darkness.

John Singer Sargent
“A Dinner Table at Night”

RDP Wednesday: SAVOUR