Nothing makes a meal more enjoyable than the last bite, the
final chew and the lingering taste. The flavor serves as a mnemonic
to further future insight.
This past Saturday morning, breakfast was a routine calorie-loading
in preparation for a day's worth of running errands.
The meal consisted of half a cinnamon raisin English muffin
(toasted and buttered), fresh chorizo (pan-fried) and a sunny-side
egg (the yolk cooked semi-firm).
The concluding morsel was pitched on a fork, situated like
a specimen for scientific study.
The food did not conjure as much thought as the news on the
television, which was more compelling--until there was a commercial.
Words did not come to my mind to describe the experience that
lasted less than the three minute station break.
The sensation was seemingly visual, metaphorically cosmic:
a stellar explosion reminiscent of a hypernova.
My salivary glands secreted, priming gustatory perception.
In my mind, ideas burst--a eureka moment of superluminous reverie.
As the wonderment stimulated the occipital lobe, I found myself
lost in a galactic fabulation thousands of light years away.
As a world shattered, I bit my tongue.