The Taste of Heaven

I've had a bit of heaven today. Cold and sweet and with bits of rich chocolate, sandwiched on either side by a melty, nutty adictive chocolate chip cookie. And for just a little while, the world was a perfect place, while I swirled it round my tongue, let it slide down my throat, revelled in it , in its smell, its texture, its taste. Heaven isn't free... but at one dollar it comes pretty cheap, and the Gates to Heaven ar at "Didi Riese" ... there is the solution to every problem in life.... this alone is worth coming to LA for... the equivalent of Rava Dosai at Saravana Bhavan, or Idli at Murugan Idli's back at home.

The walk to and fro was lovely too. The evening brings a gentle mist to settle down upon us, and the roads are lighted by dim lamps that illuminate small circles and deepen the shadows behind the trees where things lurk in our imaginations. There is a graveyard on the way. It's hardly spooky though, the even green lawns, and the neat rows of tombstones, leave an impression of peace, and restfulness, a place abiding of calm in this eternally restless city.

A sense sublime
Of something far more deeply interfused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living airAnd the blue sky, and in the mind of man,—
A motion and a spirit, that impels
All thinking things, all objects of all thought,
And rolls through all things.

- The poem's Wordsworth's ,not mine- but its pretty much cevers what I'm feeling now- I seem to have gotten a bit off topic...Ah well....