lemon cake.

the simplest of cakes requires the least of explanations. the first cake we made, and now baked again at a different point. they mean so much, and yet with such different nuances.

the simple crumb of a pound cake, jazzed up with the tangiest of lemon syrups.

holes so full of air, so light with hope.

a cut, two slices.

and a gleaming surface, lifted with light.