The Ritual of First Light

There’s a moment when the world hasn’t yet arrived at your door.

The air was cool, the kitchen quiet, the kettle starting to hum. I poured tea into my favourite cup and let the steam rise against the glass of the window. A candle flickered nearby, not for occasion but for company.

Mornings like this don’t shout — they simply ask you to be here for them.

August 2025 Primrose at home