Ever shuffle through mid-morning fog, eyelids heavy like curtains at noon, wishing for a spark that doesn’t jitter like coffee?…
Ever stare at a spice jar, wondering if that unassuming bay leaf—crisp, aromatic with whispers of eucalyptus and clove—holds a…
Ever lace up socks only to wince at the rope-like ridges snaking down your calves, a dull throb chasing you…
Ever trace a new line in the mirror, skin dull like yesterday’s news, wondering if glow is gone for good?…
Ever squint at your phone screen, eyes straining like fogged windows, or wake with puffiness that blurs the morning light?…