The first sip of coffee happened before anyone spoke to me

Dear Delyara, This sounds tiny. It was glorious. No “Mum?” No “have you seen my—?” No phone lighting up. No immediate decision to make. Just one whole sip of coffee in the quiet while the house still belonged to dawn more than to people. I think those tiny uninterrupted moments are becoming more precious to me than most big things. They are so easy to lose and so restorative when they happen.