alife
alife
alife
Autumn was finally here, she had decided. The wind and the rain had brought about the first leaf fall. The drizzle spat at the window as she listened to the latest Slowdive album in the kitchen; 'prayer remembered'.
Later, on the walk down to the sea stairs, the weak sun filtered through the low cloud. She watched as gradually the waves calmed and the sea sparkled with occasional sunlit diamonds. She mused on Autumn and after that the onset of winter. The sea would be whipped and wild before too long.
Back at home, salt on her skin and in her hair, she decided to prepare a slow, rich Coq Au Vin. It would do her for two to three days. She uncorked a Red Bordeaux and set about preparing. Decided to use East Neuk sea salt, Himalayan rock salt and pink peppercorns. 'andalucia plays'.
Her cat came to show its face in the kitchen. The autumn winds didn't agree with him, so he had been sleeping till now. Clearly he could smell the chicken and the cooked bacon lardons. She gave him some scraps then poured herself another glass of red.
Life was comforting, life was uncomplicated, life was good. After several sessions with her therapist she had gotten over the last breakup. She felt strong, resolute, if a little tipsy now.
With the sea in her life again now, all was good.
Sandy Wilkie
September 2023