Oh Tomato Soup,

You are a hot red lovely flame of liquid almost searing my throat as I uncontrollably guzzle you. Tender pieces of tuna marinated in tomato glory left behind from dunking my sandwich. The bread with a warmth of its own becomes succulent beneath the the crunchy toasted surface.

A simple bite... a burst of flavor instantly conjures memories of my childhood. Snowy days when all the kids in the neighborhood come in from a morning of play. That kind of play that is savored all the more because school was canceled for the day. Red noses sniffling, mouths slurping. Children hurrying to get back outside.