July 29, 2025
A Rainy Start
This morning’s gloom made everything feel a little more poetic. I sat by the window with a cup of black coffee, scribbling half-thoughts into a notebook. There's a strange comfort in cloudy skies.
This morning’s gloom made everything feel a little more poetic. I sat by the window with a cup of black coffee, scribbling half-thoughts into a notebook. There's a strange comfort in cloudy skies.
Today I watched the light filter through my curtains and let it sit on the pages of a book I’ve read a dozen times. It’s remarkable how the same words can mean different things depending on your state of mind.
I’ve finally begun this blog. Something about building a little home online, one where I can write and share freely, feels important. Like a library shelf of my own. This is where I’ll keep my thoughts.