This morning I woke up in a bomb shelter underneath ground.
For breakfast I had bread with butter and jelly.
This afternoon I wandered around Graubunden near some huge crevice cliffs, surrounded by mountains, trees, and life.
For lunch I had bread with meat, butter, and a pickle.
This evening I found rest in my friend's apartment in the busy city of Zürich.
For dinner I had bread with butter.
I'm glad at least one thing in life can remain constant.
I am thankful for good bread.