The last few peppercorns, just one layer thick, at the bottom of the mill. Little, pointed, black spheres – waiting. A whole column. Hundreds. Turned and ground and spread. Dust is still at the bottom. Little black specks. Some white. Some brown. A smell. Aroma. The layer waits for the turn. Soon parts will disappear. Then a quarter. Then a half. They all will fall in. And soon they are dust.
wood is fed
into the wood chipper