At the Bakery Window These Days
In and out. Out and in.
As I passed a coffee and bakery shop this morning, I was compelled to take a mini-second photo, with my phone, of course, but before even then, with my mind.
Why? Because I wanted to keep it. It wasn’t mine in any strict, physical way. I wasn’t inside, sipping a flat white or unwrapping a warm croissant from th…
