magic days

outfit // loose charcoal grey tee, black leggings, and turkish kilim slippers with a messy topknot

cleaning the apartment
natural light
new black shelf
neatly stacked flours
counter space
fresh eucalyptus in the kitchen and in the shower
making a gorgeous brunchy casserole
cooking up a storm with my lover
cardamom coffee
windows open
fresh air / changing winds
toots thielemans. jazz harmonica. ne me quitte pas.
modern film rendition of shakespeare in black and white (it was much ado about nothing)
small (huge) revelation regarding happiness with one's body and being

all of these small joys eclipsed by a lofty yet completely encompassing sense of belonging. however long the stint here ends up being...

this is home.



 


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