Mississippi John Hurt is playing in the background as I spread butter and blackberry orange jam on my hot biscuit. The Earl Grey is steeping, steam silhouetted against the warm morning light coming through the window.
A day off. A day to myself. A day to take care of personal business and mental health.
A day to breathe and feel and know that, for every storm that builds and every bit of sadness that may press itself against the membrane of my life, there is delight to offset it all.
There is joy and there is strength and, this morning at least, there are biscuits, jam, and tea.
Thank God for that.