Memoir in Frequencies

The Sunlit Spell: “I’ve Never Done This Before…”

There you were—
Saturday-soft, coffee-warm, hair still messy from the night before.
We wandered the farmers market like it was foreplay.
Bought soup, soap, and time we didn’t mean to waste.

You said “Come over, we’ll make something”—
but we both knew something else was already rising.

Back at your place,
you set the dough like a spell.
Sauce on your fingers, fl…