If I had to choose one perpetual state of being for the rest of my life it would be this: cozy. A breathless calm. On my daily SF morning runs, whispers of Fall whip against my flushed cheeks. All is quiet as I enter into my willowy Victorian abode and pour steaming coffee into a ceramic mug. I settle into my reading nook and inhale the crisp pages of a new book through my fingertips. This is my bliss.
[amor fati ☕️] vol.2 a breathless calm
[amor fati ☕️] vol.2 a breathless calm
[amor fati ☕️] vol.2 a breathless calm
If I had to choose one perpetual state of being for the rest of my life it would be this: cozy. A breathless calm. On my daily SF morning runs, whispers of Fall whip against my flushed cheeks. All is quiet as I enter into my willowy Victorian abode and pour steaming coffee into a ceramic mug. I settle into my reading nook and inhale the crisp pages of a new book through my fingertips. This is my bliss.