The bread dough’s been sitting all night long. This morning it’s time to put it in the oven, and while it’s baking, to make a batch of oatcakes.
There is a simple beauty to baked goods as they rest on a cooling rack. An ephemeral beauty, this scene won’t last but for a short time. Life is like that, creating one fleeting piece of art after another. At times it feels like I’m racing through an art museum all day long, spending a few minutes enjoying one piece of art after another, pieces of art which are gone forever shortly after viewing.