Croissant

crispiness of the aroma churlishness of butter, hidden flavours of its own fragrance out of the oven into my mouth concealing my pleasure sinking into the soft cushions of the nibbled layers the unsuspected tongue relishing it with a fervent cup of hot tea on a post rainy day sunny, half dry and half wet translucent doors of the bakery the beam of the sun enhancing the memoirs of the baked dishes as the aroma reaches the nose and the body an autumn morning page 3 rumors of affairs bites and bites of bites