Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Color Me Chocolate 冬日温情
The cold finally wrung out the sticky wetness brought on by the rainy season, and I inhale hungrily the scent of the winter dry freshness. My dryer sheets promise this same effect, but I am always left feeling powdery and caked in manufactured perfume smoke, feeling lovely but at the expense of grittiness allover me. Can we bottle nature authentically without the army of artifice? Should we bother?
I walk around the urban mall to go about my errands. It is our identity to be on the go, rain or shine, we have somewhere else to be. Yet I can't help but stopping into the adjacent chocolate store, enticed by dancing coco air bubbles floating out to the street.
A cup of rich thick melting sweet lava in hand, I put off errands to go to the "paint a pottery" store downstairs at the request of Tim. We pass the french cafe on the way, lit up by art deco pendant fixtures in amber, bouncing a candle like warmth off of the cool black marble counter, sleek overhung, and the black and white Parisian sight posters. It always reminds me of "Paul's" in Paris, and waking up to warm flaky pain au chocolat with a chocolate center just this side of melting.
No, Just a thin edge of warm gold, like a wood burning fire place hidden behind a heavy screen, or a small group of candles swaying beneath fingers huddling above it. The edges of those inky clouds lift at the caress of twilight's melted kisses , curling, as if to smile, towards the internal warmth that is spreading just below, chocolaty and sweet.