Daily story, November 10, 2024

After many years of dedicated, deliberate practice, I have perfected the art of marshmallow toasting. They snap like a crème brûlée; they ooze like a rich caramel. I must have burned forests to get here. I brush my teeth carefully. I read books and visit friends. I’m not obsessive. It is a small thing, but it is mine. There are still arts in this world that have not been perfected. They can be yours.