Come. Have a seat.
Have a sip of something quietly luxurious.
Let the shimmering liquid warm your heart,
not by heat,
but by grace.
Tell me the small triumphs,
the heavy pauses,
the moment you almost gave up,
and the moment you didn’t.
Here, between a slow swirl and a gentle sip,
Tell me about the long hours,
the sharp edges of the day,
the silence between meetings,
And the courage you had to borrow from yourself.