The first time I tried a cinnamon bun was last year. I know I live in a place where cinnamon buns are really appreciate it, both the mammal and the vegan option, but what can I say... it is not my thing. Last autumn I was foraging mushrooms in a wonderful natural park and started raining, not a light rain, more like the sky was pouring down a lake or something... We got refuge in a little cafe, cold and soaked to the bones, we ordered some tea and, there they were, homemade buns just out of the oven. The smell of sweet cinnamon was like a campfire to my body... We ordered them and looked for a cozy corner seat to delight my, by then, trembling body. It was a precious moment I will never forget. I have not, since then, eaten another cinnamon bun. Reading your piece reminded me of that moment, I thank you for that, and also you made me wonder, why haven't I eaten a cinnamon bun again? Mmmmm the answer is probably in the title of your story: Connections. And connections are in relationship with contexts, and contexts are... well, you said it... where interdependence happens, where life happens. All this to say, I love your piece, and also love your kindness with Ikea too, I probably wouldn't have been so generous ;)
The first time I tried a cinnamon bun was last year. I know I live in a place where cinnamon buns are really appreciate it, both the mammal and the vegan option, but what can I say... it is not my thing. Last autumn I was foraging mushrooms in a wonderful natural park and started raining, not a light rain, more like the sky was pouring down a lake or something... We got refuge in a little cafe, cold and soaked to the bones, we ordered some tea and, there they were, homemade buns just out of the oven. The smell of sweet cinnamon was like a campfire to my body... We ordered them and looked for a cozy corner seat to delight my, by then, trembling body. It was a precious moment I will never forget. I have not, since then, eaten another cinnamon bun. Reading your piece reminded me of that moment, I thank you for that, and also you made me wonder, why haven't I eaten a cinnamon bun again? Mmmmm the answer is probably in the title of your story: Connections. And connections are in relationship with contexts, and contexts are... well, you said it... where interdependence happens, where life happens. All this to say, I love your piece, and also love your kindness with Ikea too, I probably wouldn't have been so generous ;)