March 15, 2021

🥧 03.14.21

Slices of pie (π) in a slice of light.

My fondest scent memories are often of baked goods: sugar cookies, sourdough, buttered pie crusts. The tricky thing about smell is that it belies—or transcends?—language. Today I'm thinking about methods of communication that aren't spoken. A full meal; a coat wrapped tight against the wind; sun on skin; an evening kiss.

—P