Opening the cupboard on a starstruck day. Windows open access to the spring breeze, Letting in the aroma of flowers and honeybees. The tea bags fresh and packed, Ready to stream into a world calamity. The pepper and salt adjacent in their honeymooned outlook. Citrused vinegars falling for the pacific oils over again waiting to be united out of site. The forgotten bandaids standing at attention to kiss the bruise away. Spices mixing in a melting pot together ready to dance with each other every night. A hidden valley of hopes and dreams, All the possibilities of ones flavor mixed with another. All the treasures hidden behind the cabinet doors.