My wife decorates cakes and cupcakes. She looks forward to the process and pleasure. She likes to bake and stir and measure. She likes the end when she has something to show for her work.
I wish I could be more like my wife. Baking for the sake of baking–to see and hold and smell and share.
I think: My words must change the world.
But they lose their lightness, their ability to move through walls the way the scent of her chocolate chip cookies fills my closed office room.