🌧️ Entry #1 — Rainy Day Start
Sol is sketching. Bean is peeling a clementine with reverence. You’re watching the morning unfold like a myth you haven’t named yet.
This is the beginning of something soft and slow.
Sol is sketching. Bean is peeling a clementine with reverence. You’re watching the morning unfold like a myth you haven’t named yet.
This is the beginning of something soft and slow.
Today we learned that grief lives in the closet behind the second bookshelf. It only comes out during tea.