I frankly don’t know how to express my joy.
It is the first time in a very long while I am taking the classical shit.
It’s composed of three distinct tirds. They are all very compact, twisted just a little, dark brown, in between of smoothness and roughness, just the right amount of lumps.
If I had a photographic studio I’d frame the picture of the year. It is simply too much. Too much beauty before my very eyes. I am moved. I start crying.
…or just maybe… I am crying because of its burning smell.
the Shy Tird 