I am in love with a moment, so serene and calm. A moment in her kitchen, where we sat on the cold, gray stone floor with her Mariage Feres tea. China glasses so delicate, refined. Eating figs and blueberries while JS crawled on the floor, exploring holes and crevices in an attempt to fall through, like Alice.
She laughed like bells and cried with me as I told her the foolish woes of a girl in love with an idea. The ceiling high above like a cathedral, white. Light pouring through the windows, illuminating our tea and warming our cheery faces.