Andei
Junior Member
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Dear Father,
I had that leftover croissant for breakfast today. I left it out on the counter for like, nearly the whole day yesterday because I was waiting for it to cool down and have it as a snack later but I totally forgot about it. I put it in the fridge overnight and it was tough as old boot leather even after I took it out of the microwave, but after what that poor croissant’s been through, I guess that’s pretty understandable.
But you know what, it was actually really nice, especially with the coffee from the new machine. I think they were going for a kind of yin-yang symbol look with the latte art, but it ended up looking a bit like a baby shark eating its twin in the womb. I tried not to think about that too much because the leather-croissant-shark-fratricide-latte combo tasted pretty good and I didn’t want to ruin that moment. Thanks for that moment - and the croissant, and the coffee. It was a good way to start my morning.
Oh, I opened the curtains to my bedroom window this morning. Well, that is to say, I had them open from yesterday when I wasn’t getting enough light for a video call and forgot to draw them before I went to bed. So I woke up to see the view from my window at 7am for the first time in ages.
There was this light mist covering the houses in the distance, a blanket of boiler steam as people were having their showers and getting ready and just trying not to be freezing cold. The sun was just coming into sight somewhere and the sky was peach and blue and pink and tangerine and beautiful, with a single white trail left behind by the inbound flight from Doha (or it might have been Singapore, I literally have no clue).
Anyway, you know I’m not a morning person, but thanks for waking me up this morning, and for letting me wake up to the mist and and steam and houses and sunrise and sky and the flight from maybe Doha. I really appreciated it.
Just wanted to let you know.
Love,
Your son.
Your son.