A flutter of pages in the morning sun makes me wonder what other women on the other side of the world are doing when they first awake. I know that in many places, life is quite different. Much harder, much harsher.
Nonetheless, I cannot help but wonder if somewhere, another woman is waking up to the same pages. The same shadows lifting themselves onto said pages. The same tea steaming out of their pots.
I wonder if others, on another side of the world, are fortunate enough to have these same, slow, magical mornings.
What are you reading, currently?