Visiting the Bakery

walkingdownthebusystreetearlyinthemorningyoucanalwayssmellthecornerbakerylongbeforeyouactuallyseeitthewarmscentofmeltingbutterandtoastedsugarfloatsthroughthecoolairmakingeveryonefeelinstantlyhungryweopenedtheheavyglassdoorandheardasmallbrassbellringtoletthebakerknowwehadarrivedinsideitwasverywarmandtheglassdisplaycaseswerecompletelyfilledwithamazingthingstoeattherewerelongloavesofcrustybrownbreadpiledhighinwickerbasketsandtraysofsoftsweetrollscoveredinthickwhiteicingthebakerwasacheerfulmanwearingawhiteaproncoveredinathinlayeroffineflourhewasbusyrollingoutfreshdoughonalargewoodentableworkingveryfastwithhisstronghandswestoodinfrontofthecounterforalongtimetryingtodecidewhatwewantedtobuybecauseeverythinglookedsodeliciouswefinallychoseadozensmallchocolatecookiesalargefruittartwithbrightredberriesontopandtwowarmmugsofhotcocoathehotcocoawasrichanddarktoppedwithahugepileoffluffywhitecreamthatmeltedquicklyintothehotdrinkwesatatasmallroundtablenearthewindowandateourtreatswatchingthepeoplehurrybyonthesidewalkoutsideeatingfreshbakedgoodsisawonderfulwaytostartthedaybringingalittlebitofsweetnessandjoyintothenormalmorningroutinewewipedourstickyhandsonpapernapkinsandpromisedtocomebackagainnextweekendtotrythelargecinnamonbuns