A corner for wandering thoughts

When I travel, I always read the books in the hotel room.
Any kind will do. Even just for a moment. Somehow, they seem to keep a memory of where they belong.
Just a thought.
A corner for wandering thoughts

When I travel, I always read the books in the hotel room.
Any kind will do. Even just for a moment. Somehow, they seem to keep a memory of where they belong.
Just a thought.
A gentle gaze into art and color

Music painted in his strokes.
Soft light over a midday table

A little pause in the middle of the day.
Sometimes, a small plate is all you need to keep going.
Warm bread in the kitchen

Happiness feels closer with just one warm bagel.
Slow morning light, a small cup nearby

A slow morning with a warm cup and a gentle thought.