Good Things

There once was a woman whose travels had taken her far, far away from home across the years and the many miles. One day, she was tired and despondent, worn out and weary from her travels and her works, in a small lodging in a strange city. As she went to shut her window, a scent caught her attention - someone was baking a cake. Instantly she has hurtled back to being a small child and helping her mother in the kitchen. She closed the window softly, turned around and looked at her little cooker in the corner of her room, and she decided there and then to not just eat a piece of bread and cheese again, but on this night, to cook a meal for herself, to make herself at home.