A Continuous Streak

I was looking at a long streak of lightning. I was continuously eyeing it from top to bottom. I was inside a building with Mark, and others. The scene was a bit darkened. It was as if being in the 1800’s, but were not. There were some display foods that were actually cakes. One was of a stack of soft pink rose petals. I grabbed the top one to eat. Mark started to grab a bit from one of the others. Someone mentioned that these cakes were preserved by putting them in tin. Because of this, they had a taste … Continue reading A Continuous Streak