Austin — How quickly a day can turn, cooking for hours at 108°, a slow roast toward soporific doneness, and then a single step forward into Barton Springs pool in an instant brings back the forgotten concept of cold.
Cold thusly happpens this evening, packs me in a thermal bag, and carries me back home.
In this transformed state I start my practice in the kitchen as I use heat to transform kernels into puffs.
No deep lessons, just Sunday singing and the homey satisfaction of little new seeings.
Popped sounds like this