(A barefoot philosopher’s reflection) The kettle clicks off, and I let it sit. No rush. Let the steam linger. Let the silence finish its sentence. I used to panic in moments like this—these little gaps…
(A barefoot philosopher’s reflection) The kettle clicks off, and I let it sit. No rush. Let the steam linger. Let the silence finish its sentence. I used to panic in moments like this—these little gaps…