Peppermint tea in the morning
that reminds me of the Christmas holidays at my grandma’s house
when I was a little girl, builing houses of wood in the forest.
My favorite breakfast when I’m alone
An old envelope with a tiny flower, hidden in a delicate flower book I bought
at the book market. Best Moments.
Words for Shiomi on a cold afternoon before the sun said goodbye.
Willow loved these tiny little pumpkins from my dad’s garden almost
as much as I do. ( :