salade aux fines herbes

my cohabitant chops a carrot, one of three.

“do you want any help?”

“i don’t think so…

“it’s taking a long time.”

“no rush.”

..

the making of a salad is a salad in itself, with

the exotic ingredients of music selection,

arrangements of foodstuffs, raising of blinds,

reminiscences and sighs.

health is in the air,

health of direction,

of attention and presence, of

dressing and undressing and dressing again

and the soothing flow of rinsewater.