The Dreamer's Pen

Some days, I just want to disappear into something simple… you know… flour, water, salt, and sugar!

Baking has always felt like therapy to me: the kind you don’t have to explain to anyone.

This time it was pretzels.

I didn’t plan anything special – just a slow, afternoon, a warm oven, and the sound of dough hitting the counter. But then I pulled them out. Golden, steaming, and almost too perfect. And for reasons I can’t explain, I added sultry saxophone music.

It turned into something ridiculous and strangely beautiful.

A little funny, a little sensual, but mostly… human.

You can watch it here: