Here I sit, savouring every bit of this cake, every sip of coffee, every flick of ink in my dog-eared pages, & I begin to think... of reasons I almost always find myself hiding in a café. For work, for convivial occasions, or simply inviting myself the pleasure of sitting in the company of unspoken … Continue reading Of Cafés & Writing

There's just something about mornings that makes me look up and smile. The gilded skies, the scent of newness in the air, the sun kissing earth, the routined reassurance that the dark is but fleeting, birds singing, sounds of breakfast fixings in the kitchen, the sleepy city stirring awake, the aliveness of everything: eyes opening … Continue reading Something About Mornings