Cookies from home

I am sitting watching the sunset,
the sky orange and pink,
eating my biscotti with a crunch crunch crunch.

The sound,
and the taste - nutty and fragrant -
take me to days long past.

I am a kid again,
my hand wrapped around the long almond cookie,
looking down into the sugary coffee milk.

Down goes the biscotti,
into the caramel colored liquid.
Up it comes again,
drenched in warm sweetness.

I suck on it a bit,
then let the soaked cookie pieces dissolve in my mouth.