It’s a beautiful morning. The sun gleams down, golden and soft, while the grass sways gently in the breeze like it’s breathing. The air smells of freshly cut grass—earthy, light—with a whisper of warmth tracing my skin.
Inside, coffee brews. Its scent winds through the house, rich with notes of caramel, chocolate, and roasted nuts. The air is cold and brisk, but inviting. My favorite mug waits on the counter: World’s Best Teacher, bold and proud, wrapped in a rainbow of colored pencils. It’s oversized—because it’s double the coffee or nothing.
I settle at my desk, pull the blinds open, and let the light flood in. Laptop open. Blank page staring back. Fingers ready to tap. A fresh space, waiting for words to find their way.
Self-care in the solace of all things untouched on a busy day. The love-locked pages left unread. The blank ones, still spotless—like a canvas.
Tranquility, presenting itself in the form of time.
Peace.
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