The morning began with silence and cinnamon coffee. I sit by..
Added 2025-03-14 22:00:08 +0000 UTCThe morning began with silence and cinnamon coffee. I sit by the window, watching the last snow melt, and my thoughts drift to the place where palm trees whisper with the ocean. I reread "Jane Eyre" and catch myself thinking that Brоntë probably also dreamed of escaping from damp London somewhere warm... Or am I just justifying my obsession with Miami? 🌴
By the way, have you ever dreamed so hard that reality became a book page for a moment? 📖✨
