Waiting for the Bread to Bake - Mindful Writing Challenge
Quiet not silent. The fire popping and rumbling like water slowly boiling in a steel pot. And the bread machine grumbling a bit, kneading the bread one last time. Soon the yeasty, cinnamon smells will call to me. You’re supposed to cool the bread on a wire rack for an hour before cutting. I won’t. Except for me, an empty house. How wonderful! But, tonight, the chatter and giggles of grandchildren. Different moments, each special to me. Now, alone and quiet. Later the children's flurry of activity. Lucky me to have both moments (and the bread).