Hot-Pots

There were hot-pots on display

Big ones, little ones, all set for New Year's Day.

I thought "This would be nice for a reunion dinner with Xue W-..."

Is it so wrong to have a Freudian slip? Because I find myself so irrevocably affectionate when I think of her. I veer to the side of reason and deny my hopes, but I always drift back towards her tender memory and sweetness of soul.

The soup is growing cold.