It is all about cooking ...

It is stormy outside. Cetainly no hope for a romantic or relaxing night under the moonlight by the seashore. Although wind is roaring loadly, but I still hear an ambulance siren making unpleasant noises. Why that reminds me of the “Noisy Poem” book?
It seems that the desire of writing has finally awakened inside me. I used to write a lot back when I was 20. Now again I am going to let my feelings catch fire with the desire of writing. A fire with cold flames which will also illuminate this course of rediscovering myself.