Shall I Pour Another Cup?
09/11/2025
November 9th — The first light touched the table, glinting on a few biscuit crumbs beside my cup. Somehow, it made the morning feel tender and imperfectly beautiful.
Soft reflections and slow moments — like a warm cup for your soul.
November 9th — The first light touched the table, glinting on a few biscuit crumbs beside my cup. Somehow, it made the morning feel tender and imperfectly beautiful.
November 2nd — The rain tapped softly against the window. Somewhere in London, someone was putting the kettle on.