Sauci Bosner

Letter to Shabbas Descending
This morning I awoke twenty minutes before the alarm was set.
Early morning breezes rushed honeysuckle and jasmine scents through the room.
I stood up easily, stretching my back and legs, making certain that every thing was still intact after yesterday’s
climbing of stone stairs and making my way through the all too familiar alley and walkways of Jerusalem’s Old City.
My bones ached and my feet were covered in dust and sand. when I got to my home, in what is called the New City.
I wanted to write up the impressions of the children’s day camp, enjoying the coolness of lebina with the lunch, the cool sweat of a can of diet coke on my forehead. As my grandma would say,-a mechiya-. I fell asleep at the computer and lucky me, fell asleep soon enough thereafter on clean for Shabbas sheets and pillowcases. Nothing beats getting horizontal on clean sheets.
Today when I woke up I knew that this would be a good day.
Showered and ready to start anew , I walked out to the roadside. Cafe Afuk and yogurt with muesli seemed a great way to celebrate being able to get up shower get dressed and take a walk in the neighborhood. Heading towards the organic market, I passed several familiar faces, smells and sounds…The Shabbas prep. So much more -hamish-here.
Shlepping bags of veggies and free range chicken, challes whole wheat and not, cola zero and diet creamy foamy delicious root beer throughout the day to my new home…then out again to get the papers and a shabbas book Anja recommended. Then putting away the shoppings and enjoying the fact that the fridge and the freezer are filled and I still have time to make dinner and relax. It is almost Shabbas.
The smells of foods cooking and cakes baking greet me now from every direction. The cars in the street are slowing down. I saw the dark haired girl from the mecholet walking down the road. Shabbas is descending in Jerusalem.
Good Shabbes Good Yom Tov.