Porthole

Pork-clam chowder

Ridvan

"Inhale the fragrances of the Ridvan from His roses and be not of those who are deprived. Appreciate the bounty of God upon you and be not veiled therefrom - and, verily, We have sent Him forth in the temple of man. Thus praise ye the Lord, the Originator of whatsoever He willeth through His wise and inviolable Command!" - Bahá'u'lláh, The Tablet of the Branch

Coffee. Will make clam chowder and add pork today. They mix clams and pork in Alentejo, Portugal. I wish I were there. Lovely day in Évora today. Nice here as well. A photo I took of porco à alentejana 2017 in Évora.



My flash fiction from yesterday was found acceptable:

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Violet [177.44] (293w)  (18+) Flash-fiction <300 words. Prompt: pattern, sand, play #2219679 by Kåre Enga in Udon Thani

Looking forward to writing my poem-a-day for Katya. She wields a wicked whip. I'll probably skip the Daily Flash Fiction prompt because it doesn't inspire me.

One image from the windows facing the river: black-clad kayakers in rainbow colored kayaks.

I can use that for my poem! Prompt is "a body of water". I immediately think of puddles, ditches and lakes because of where I grew up but I have a river outside to gaze at. Flowing water will have to do for now.

30DBC: sounds ...

"I live alone in silence in a quiet building in the center of town.

Mostly I just hear traffic. There is no birdsong and there is no wind today.

Occasionally I hear Jacob stomping in the hallway. Earlier meals-on-wheels came to Billie Joe's door. They finished putting in a new floor in the shower, so I heard that as well.

I'm half-deaf so I hear my own ears, my fingers typing, but the drip from the faucet? I know it's there but I can't hear it now. Sometimes it's loud.

5 minutes, 5 hours, 5 days or weeks. The sounds are a background I can nod at and ignore. Unless there's a soft knock at my door ... and then it's probably Lavinia.

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