i'm baking cookies again but had to get up extra early to start them because of the heat.
the cookies seem to be the only things that comfort me lately - even with the lovely words and support of friends circled around me, i'm still feeling oddly lost. with the cookies, tho, i know where they come from [created by my hands] and what their intentions are [the sweetness to tease my tastebuds and the aftermath to nurish my tummy].
it's the simpleness is a warm cookie that will start my day right. a day, unfortunately, that right now has no goal.
but that's okay, right?