dusting

In front of me, Autumn is dusting herself off.

A dusting of snowflakes still clung to the envelope, like a sprinkling of white sugar on a cupcake.

“I found mine dusting, too. ‘Ahwoo-Ahwoo!’” she proudly read off the front.

I also worked in the antiques shop, cleaning and dusting things like the sets of beautiful Russian glasses that sat on the shelf.

After an hour of gentle simmering, I finished with a splash of apple cider vinegar, a stream of heavy cream and a dusting of parmesan, the final sauce glossy, fragrant, rich and unexpectedly bright.