The Fish And The Cow

the sun is out in a far southern corner of my window to the point that slightest head motion forward blinds and reverse does opposite - but isn't this just the natural way of things? and it leaves in its shadow everything all a blueish white. and it leaves a parallelogram projection screen on my wall with dazzling shadow effect. and the leaves... well, there are none to speak of. a coffee and leftover lentil breakfast the first thing in my stomach since white wine and fine french cookies; rosé wine and a dinner of pork, sauerkraut, and potatoes; red wine and paté, cheese, and crackers. there was also the simmered veal bones, but that's not finished, not even yet. the entire experience now just memory and list. a catching up, a getting closer. the process measured in hours, the meal, minutes. the end rarely more than the means. but isn't that just the natural way of things? at least as we see them? did i forget to mention the bread?