Coffee and a table starts each day for me. Many times there’s the coziness of a good book to accompany, but I feel like I’ve aged ahead of my time with this morning routine. I prefer to wake early and make the most of each day, which is the polar opposite of how I used to love late nights and endless moonlit hour fun. Still embrace them enough to not make them feel completely forgotten, but I’m always anxious to get my start at an hour before most. When the coffee needs a coffee and the table still slumbers soundly in its glassy and docile state.
(Photo taken by me.)