A Real Wooden Table

Dylans First Birthday at the TableIt’s six a.m. and the world is quiet.  I am in the kitchen, writing to the warm flicker of a vanilla scented soy candle and the harrowing sound of a crying love-song by Jai Uttal, which is playing on my iphone.

Seated in my hard chair at the West facing spot at the table that no-one else is allowed to sit in, I face the four foot long pane windows and enter my morning routine.  Despite that the curtain-free view outside is of the back house of my car-enthusiast neighbor, I enjoy the morning light that floods through the window and the glimpse of bougainvilleas draped over the fence separating our properties.

The table I work at is old but made up of real wood, Continue reading