To describe my summer is to find love, in a cookie.
I ordered a cortado, needing a sweet to crash from the high of the two shots of espresso already flowing through my system. The brownies would not have done the trick, as they were a bit too thin for my taste. You offered me a cookie your baker was testing. The cookie had no cost attached to it, unable to lighten the already light wallet I grasped in my hand.
As I sit in this wall-less room, the Norwegian breeze flows in the same direction–towards me. With a simple cookie, you have evoked the feeling of exactly what I have been trying to capture in my 18 pages of my business plan.
Perhaps it was this moment I was traveling for.