Airs

“Eating rosewater ice cream from a shop in Beirut whose walls are riddled with bullet holes.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“Making meals for them all was Irini Georgiou's refuge, but when the cooking was completed and the meal had been served and eaten and every knife and fork put away, her sadness would still be waiting for her, like a coat hanging on the back of the door.”
― Victoria Hislop, The Sunrise

“A dust from the indoor spice market has permeated my clothes, my hair, my lungs. The ghost of ground ginger and pepper, fine and soft like talcum powder. Dust, on this trip, has been the dust of fatigue. But not today. This is dust that energises and lifts the spirits, that makes my eyes tingle and my nose run.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“I can't recall the last time I cried before going to Hrafnsvik - likely I had been a small child. I won't be maudlin, yet i couldn't help but feel that something inside me had loosened - something small but troublesome, like a pebble caught in a shoe.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries