It happens every year. The sky turns white to grey, and the air starts smelling like smoke. It’s become a regular conversation topic over meals, social media, at meetings… The haze is back. What’s the PSI today? Doesn’t it smell terrible… Do you wanna go on a quick trip? (The last one is always me :D)
I’m weak for Japanese fountain pens and rows of ink in all colors, feel-good aromatherapy face mists, and gold paper with brush strokes and the finest print || 花開。心也開。美好。一曰釆 ||
Settling in for a quiet Saturday with some of my favorite things. The Two Fine Rascals have been mighty curious lately whenever there’s a camera out 😼 FS takes a look around whenever there’re flowers out, and MK is always attracted to food.