Yum....

Words, delicious indeed.

Like lavender, honey and vanilla gelato, consumed with a tiny translucent, neon-colored shovel of a spoon.

I'm constantly thinking about language; its limitations, its foundations, is (mis)uses and the manipulation of a single word or brief phrase for (mis)interpretations; how I can write 'neat' and those reading it might think, oh, cool, and others might know my sarcasm and think, oh, you. This is a topic to which we will certainly return.

Right now, I'm thinking about how certain words feel good as they are leaving the tip of your tongue. Palpable words. Words that almost taste good rolling around on the backs of your teeth and the roof of your mouth. J.R.R. Tolkein in his English and Welsh posited that 'cellar door' was the most beautiful word sound in the English language, but is it the most fun to say? Cellar door. Cell-ar doooooor. Hm, not bad.

I guess 'gelato' isn't English. But it still sounds really good.