Perfection
is not
– straight edges
– symmetrical circles
– right angles
– sparkling silver
Though there is a time and place for them, too
Perfection
is when
you don’t notice
– how straight a line is
– how round a circle is
– how eight minutes pass in 480 seconds
– green bits in your teeth till later
– that you haven’t slept since 4 in the morning
Because you are too busy being happy
The sort of happy that stays with you for hours, not minutes
and is not tied to things or places
Maybe just to people, the way they laugh, the way their eyes are kind and deep
Maybe just to the memory of that meal – the way the food made its way past your senses and into your soul, and made you feel
Alive
Maybe just to the crazy feeling that your toes are giggling, laughing to themselves under the table
…
Perfection
cannot
be adequately spun into words
or learned
or taught
or practised
Only recognised.
Pictured: salmon, ricotta and spinach ravioli with tomatoes; pork saltimbocca with roasted vegetables; tiramisu – thank you Ms Gudrun for cooking such a beautiful meal for us and for hosting a perfect evening!
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