It’s been a beautiful day here in Seattle (yes, technically it’s night or–oops, morning now–as I type this). Blue, blue sky, birds and bees, beef for breakfast (long story). Then I got a haircut and came home to the most delicious scents: brine from the Salish Sea, drifts of tree blossom, lilacs, sunshine on new-mown grass. One of those, How lucky am I? moments.
Then it got better: scents of toasting almonds and marmalade and lime marinade, and then–joy, rapture, delight–baking chocolate cloud cake.
Then the most delightful Italian wines and conversation about Schrödinger’s Art…
Then the fucking freeloading cat yowling outside as we put the rest of baked salmon in the fridge for tomorrow. But, eh, we won’t go there. (Visions of tree chippers dancing in my head.)
…And soon to sleep. Breakfast tomorrow: baked salmon and chocolate cloud cake. Life is so good I think I might deliquesce.
Nicola Griffith 
As I imagine you intended, I had to look that last word up in the dictionary, and not just any dictionary either: the Really Big Dictionary.
I could 'deliquesce' on one of Cumbria's better days, too. I may put that in the diary for Saturday's trip to Keswick!
…and enjoy the cake!
esmeraldamac,it's a good word :) Enjoy Keswick–haven't been there for years. Do they still make that sugary mint stuff?
Haven't seen 'deliquesce' used for ages. It's a lovely word! I've used a form of it myself in my still unpublished book, in a torrid description of love-making (which prob. could do with a Sterling pen run through it one day)(the book, i mean, not just the love-making bit ;-)
This is the melty bit: “Maggie felt waves of fluid heat welling deep inside. Eyes closed, limbs flung wide, she was floating, deliquescent, entirely acquiescent. No one had taken her like Philippa did. Nothing was more fitting than this.”
Purple or what?
Ragini, purple can be fun. It's all about context. But, hey, sounds as though Maggie was having a blast :)