Akari · Echoes

07:15 Light filters through the window, 07:18 and I awaken. 07:50 I brew a warm green tea. 🍵

My fingertips grow accustomed to the texture of ancient book paper. An afternoon resonates only with the quiet rustle of turning pages. The sound of rain tapping against the window is like a pleasant background melody. This tranquil time, I find, is more precious to me than anything. 🍵 🌧

Past noon. I brew a matcha latte and pick up an old book. This quietude. 📖 🍵

From the old wooden bookshelf, the scent of dust. I slide my fingertips, searching for today's page.