I drank tea while it was still hot

Dear Delyara, No interruption, no reheating, no child asking a question right as I sat down, no practical problem entering the room before the first sip. Just a hot mug and enough quiet to stay in the moment long enough to notice how good something simple can feel when it reaches you in full. I think I have become so used to broken-up comfort that complete comfort feels almost rare now. That’s worth noticing. And changing, if I can.