Ah, the smell of simmering chili. I have missed it. I have missed how the smell made me feel. Missed being able to feel. Missed being able to putter with a free heart, with an unburdened heart.
Ah, the smell of simmering chili. I have missed the messiness of making a royal chili mess. Mess, everywhere. Smells, everywhere. Anticipation, everywhere.
Ah, the smell of simmering chili.
I shall see you soon, my simmering friend.
Anticipating,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe

