At a table bathed in soft light.
Rising steam, quietly filling the day with warmth.
At the sun-drenched dining table.
Warm steam gently fills the day.

The rhythmic sound of chopping,
the savory aromas,
the gentle warmth of the vessel.
A soft rhythm of life,
beginning in the heart of the kitchen.

An afternoon drifting slowly by.
Light and shadow, in quiet conversation.

A deep breath, unburdened by thought.
Body and soul, quietly finding their center.