Kutting Kale

I broke something today.  It felt so good to let it smash in while holding it in my hand.  I didn't mean to smash it originally.  Originally I wanted to use it for my Kale.  But it didn't fit in, or rather it fit in too snug and I had to retrieve it somehow.  In a flash I decided to smash the long, lovely glass case the vanilla bean had been in.  So now the cork top is useless i suppose.  But it did feel so good to watch it crack and break.  I felt satisfied seeing the shards of glass, the glass slivers too.  I enjoyed pondering whether, at any moment, I would slice into my finger and draw bright red blood into the white sink.  I was, after all, trying to retrieve the kale and getting dangerously close to being cut.  But it didn't happen, I used a butter knife to smash it into small enough pieces to get it out--and I did.  Without cutting myself.