it’s a cold, small little corner of the world but i love it so

we breathe, the world breathes, someone hands me a cup redolent with the smell of chocolate, spices, honey

the world is this way; lives and places drawn together in a tangled skein. pull gently on the loom and a tapestry unravels to inert thread

it all matters, beloveds

there are no wasted moments

there are no coincidences