Whatever it is that someone in my building is cooking, it is full of spices that I don't recognize.

Lots of spices.

Wow, does it smell yummy.

The smell is red-gold;
Synethesia is a lucky beauty I would like to behold.(Nope, still out of practice with writing strange, two-line poems in the "translated Heian" style. Remember when we used to do ( Read more... )