The Ⓣheorist: Thinks, feels and wonders for your day.

The small ones,
the ones that make it it.

A faded scrapbook,
a reassembled teacup,
a mouthful of moments. 

Home;
where your hair
smells of herbs.
The ones we planted.

Is the horizon within,
where I end
and you begin?

Once the sugar is all gone, the yeast say goodbye and the bacteria say hello. Welcome: our guide to secondary fermentation. 

The stars are beautiful,
So the eyes of my people.
Beautiful, also, is the sun.
Beautiful, also, are the souls of my people.