Sandwiches & Seagulls, Tea and a Rainbow
and the sun is bright yellow...I'd say,
Looks like I've found a nice spot for future lunches.
I'm here at the Artisan Cheese Gallery, waiting
for my Duck Confit Sandwich. It's a place with cream
cheese coloured walls, a sprinkling of wooden tables
and chairs. Cheese from all over the globe is displayed
on the counter, wheels wrapped in shrink wrap, imported
pasta and sauces displayed on wooden shelves. Really
pleasant. Black and white pasta ribbons, lavender and rose
jellies, artisan salt packaged in square bottles,
varieties of honey in jars.
The Duck Confit Sandwich tastes good, albeit
a bit too sweet because of all the fig jam they
layered on it. The duck meat is juicy, the bread
is just the right thickness and it's nice and warm.
Now here at Peets.
The weather has gotten rainy and grey.
Oh, a rainbow briefly appeared, in the midst of grey
it's gone now, but it was beautiful and it reminded
me of the promise that God had made to his people
so long ago, that he would never again flood the earth
as he did in Noah's time.
I pointed the rainbow out to the two people sitting
outside of Peets, an older gentleman and a younger
pre-teen of about 12. Both were wearing yarmaulkes
and the young boy was reciting something,
presumably scripture in Hebrew and the older
gentleman was his teacher, I presume, because
he was correcting the boy as he read.
The boy read the scriptures, perhaps just like
our Lord did, so long ago, reading the scripture
of his Jewish heritage as a boy in the temple,
elucidating awe from his elders at the wisdom
he had beyond his years.
Three little seagulls soaring in the sky.
Where do they come from? We're quite far,
I would think, from the sea, yet these seagulls
come by pretty regularly.
They give glory to their creator in the way
they fly, soar. flap their wings,
for they do what they were made to do,
and they do it beautifully.