When snow is part of a memory.
... You’d remember the night. That day, the snow had started falling, + by the time we finished our design work to begin our city walkabout, it had built up to our ankles. All was quiet as we headed down toward Soho around midnight. Pink snow danced from the sky as hushed magic filled the city air. i don't know how long we lost ourselves in the sharp turning streets of lower Manhattan but hours later we were numb from the wet cold + exhausted from walking + talking. We headed toward home as the street lights began to fade into morning gold. Ahead of us, an underground bakery door opened miraculously. Out came a long belt conveying beautiful golden loafs into the back of a delivery truck. As we neared, the warm savor hit our noses + triggered the saliva thingie.
... You’d remember the night. That day, the snow had started falling, + by the time we finished our design work to begin our city walkabout, it had built up to our ankles. All was quiet as we headed down toward Soho around midnight. Pink snow danced from the sky as hushed magic filled the city air. i don't know how long we lost ourselves in the sharp turning streets of lower Manhattan but hours later we were numb from the wet cold + exhausted from walking + talking. We headed toward home as the street lights began to fade into morning gold. Ahead of us, an underground bakery door opened miraculously. Out came a long belt conveying beautiful golden loafs into the back of a delivery truck. As we neared, the warm savor hit our noses + triggered the saliva thingie.
Breaking the silence we heard a compassionate voice w/ a new york accent hollered from bellow up to the driver,
Do they want wheat or white?
Do they want wheat or white?
right now, I WISH snow was part of a memory! Bbbrrr!
ReplyDeleteYou transported me! I could even smell that glorious bread. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteWheat snow? I'll try it once... why not? ;)
ReplyDelete"John's face smiling down from the sky"...loved that.
ReplyDeleteOMG! I'll have a loaf of tangy San Francisco sourdough, please!
ReplyDeleteI remember going one year (a few years back now) to Club Med in the Caribbean. All week I had feasted on glorious freshly-baked bread. On the last night there, the employees of the club were all introduced and received applause. But when the bakers were introduced the place went insane. There was whistling and stomping and cheering and clapping like you've never heard in your life. Thanks so much for invoking that really pleasant and happy memory.
AngelMay, As it SHOULD BE! -J
ReplyDeleteI love this Jayne. It is all about sensory memories - the smell of baking, the feel of the snow. Such things can transport us across the years. Happy TT to you.
ReplyDeleteoh, the smell of fresh bread...i know this is supposed to be about snow but...fresh bread...ah...
ReplyDeleteWhite, please! :)
ReplyDeleteI agree, Yoko can see things like that. Ahh, warm, soft bread on an cold, hard morn. Heaven on Earth.
ReplyDeleteOkay; that's it! I'm off to th' bakery ;) And wheat for me( unless it's bulkies ) :P
ReplyDeleteI got the tickle of fresh bread in my nostrels, too! Great post!
ReplyDeletenice surprise that..beautiful writing. We have a humongous bakery downtown that smells up the area pretty nicely...it's a great place to go walking with the crowds.
ReplyDeleteCity living sounds good right now -probably the proximity of freshly baked bread.
ReplyDeleteHO HO HO! My friend Otin often talks about the NY area! It is beautiful when I fly over it in my sled! Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteWe were just talking at home about where we were and what we felt when he was killed (I was 10, and a huge Beatles fan).
ReplyDeleteThis piece is really lovely.
Leah, Yes, I believe it was one of those handfull of tragedies where you'll always remember where you were...
ReplyDeletethe saliva thing.........Ummm I smell bread AGAIN!
ReplyDeletethe saliva thing.........Ummm I smell bread AGAIN!
ReplyDeleteMemories drift like snowflakes, sometimes making us shiver with delight or in prayer that it would never happen that way again.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post
I really want to visit Central Park, snow or not. For now, I'll just travel with you vicariously. Freshly baked bread has to be one of the most delicious fragrances.
ReplyDeletethis works with all the senses HH, wonderful
ReplyDeleteThere is an old film from the 60's called "The World of Henry Orient" about two teenage girls stalking a famous composer (played by Peter Sellers) in NYC. It's a valentine to New York, you might enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteOh this is SUCH a fantastic post. I was totally there and loved its ending from the cold and damp to the warmth and smells of fresh loaves. Ahhh. Really great ob for TT here. thanks for posting this.
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