“I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath”
No gimmicks, no nonsense. Just pure music. That’s how I feel about the music of Melissa Etheridge. Love that song too, and especially that line. Desperation, loving someone you’re not supposed to, longing.
Anyway, I was at the supermarket today. That’s what I do when I’m bored, window shopping. And when i say “window shopping”, it does not necessarily mean browsing clothes or bags or shoes. Yes I browse those but these days I enjoy browsing food more to get inspiration on what to cook or bake or write about.
The supermarket was not that crowded today. Maybe everyone else had done their grocery shopping. Or maybe people just came in, grabbed whatever they need, paid and got out. Whatever it was, I was happy I didn’t have to jostle among the crowd.
It just struck me how interesting food looked, even raw ones. So I started to take some photos with my trusty phone. i had one eye keeping vigilant, should the manager come up to me and says, “sorry, ma’am. No pictures allowed.” Boy, that would be embarrassing.
-hazrock, the only one