7 am. window shade up. grey outside.
twigs, leaves and grass frosted over. frostily.
dull colour of sky above. and cloudlets of vapour from mouth. clank of keys and put a stocking cap on a head. quick march and scrunching underfoot. briskly morning.
so the perfect filling and warm soup for a day like today is the chickpea and tomato soup with cinnamon. soup again, I know. however, autumn is the great season to cook soups. so is winter, but there we cook another kind of soups.
well, now I leave you with this excellence.