Tea and Comfort

December 14th — The morning light felt crisp today. A cup of green tea, a quiet moment, and suddenly the world looked a little brighter.

December 7th — The morning light fell through the curtains just like it used to at my grandmother's house — golden and still. I can almost smell the faint citrus scent of Earl Grey drifting from the kitchen.

November 23rd — Last night at a café, rooibos took my heart with a sweet cranberry kiss. A quiet reminder that even on ordinary days, unexpected comfort still finds us.

November 12th — A cup of chamomile, a quiet evening, and nowhere to be.

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.