The moon floated on the froth of the night sky. The world churned and warmed the broth, the stars like errant bubbles and the buildings like sinking morsels. It was the soup of my dreams and I awoke each morning with a different aftertaste.
Every new day, I am hungry. How does the day fill me? I find sustenance in my daily work, in the people I meet and in the roads I travel. Experience is nourishment and food is experience.