Morning Warmth
When I open my eyes in the morning, there is a face that comes to mind first. Thinking of that face warms my heart, and sometimes weighs on it. This morning, who is the person lingering in your heart?
Only you can see your answer
When I open my eyes in the morning, there is a face that comes to mind first. Thinking of that face warms my heart, and sometimes weighs on it. This morning, who is the person lingering in your heart?
Only you can see your answer
In the dawn when cold air seeps through the window, the barley tea on the brazier begins to boil. The sound of its steam rising feels especially tender today.