Counting with Chocolate

A “timeless” month was more than I could feel safe in. But I had bounded myself away from calendars, as well as conversation. As fate would have it, I had serendipitously stashed away four dark chocolate bars in my suitcase. I devised a plan whereby I would eat one bar per week, and each week I would divide the bar into seven pieces. A delicious marking of days.

Now I am home and back to my normal calendar. Although it allows me to communicate with others, the marking of each day feels more mechanical and not nearly as delicious. I wonder why no one has invented a chocolate calendar yet? We could eat each day when it was complete and savor both the day’s experiences and its finality.

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