There were only one or two other patrons seated with a warm drink on this cool morning. For the first time in a few weeks, I got my favourite table. I’m not sure why it is my favourite, but it is the one I gravitated toward when the place opened.

When I looked out the window, I noticed that a few of the flowers in the hedge outside were starting to bloom. The red bloss...

Every so often I take notes of things that brought me joy. I write them in my digital notebook in the form "the joy of {thing}". This phrasing lets me encapsulate a feeling and a moment in a sentence. Sometimes I'll go on to write more, other times something like the joy of waking up to a clear sky is all I need to write down to capture the essence of a moment.

My warm breath steams up my glasses a little bit. I have my cold pillow resting on my chin. I’m still under the covers. I started my morning with a book, Hot Chocolate on Thursday, a cosy tale that took me to Japan and Sydney all without my leaving my bedroom. I love reading in the mornings, although of late I have been a bit too busy to read so early. Saturday morni...