Isn’t that pretty? Do you remember a couple of years ago when suddenly everything was that brown and that light blue?
This year I think everything is a sort of early evening/dusk blue, where the light is failing but it’s not at all evening.
It says: “Fine and Raw” and “MESQUITE.”
I do not believe it is talking about the City of Mesquite.
Again: this bar is all about the texture.
Do I like it?
Hmm!
Can you eat a whole bar without being sure?
Yes.
Would I eat another?
Probably.
Isn’t that what you say to all the chocolate bars?
Yes.
Looks like Smarties. Or lipstick. Is not either. Is chocolatey and orangey and that has often seemed to me to be a very interesting combo. I’m imagining a personal ad from a chocolate bar:
Chocolate bar, feels a little plain. Orange sparkles needed.
Tarred, feathered. Guitared, guttered. I liked this one.
No matter that it’s autumn and feels like spring. No matter. No matter that the sun falling so fast in the afternoon brings everything to a short sharp close. No matter that there are waves followed by waves. Where is my post-industrial metaphor? Not waves. Not mountains. Not miles. Traffic jams and stacks of cardboard to be tied and left outside. An unending list of phone calls which inspire more phone calls in a tree (damn that nature, always intruding) that is never cut, pruned, felled. Spring is where the heart is and the dying of the light is hard and getting harder.
Capture the light and bring it to me. Capture the summer, the heat, the light. All I want is the light. A breath of air and the light. Don’t come down darkness, just yet.
