This is a collaged kitchen in a collaged world a quiet place where the sound of a kettle becomes the music of life flowing. I left my book half-open to water the plants, so they wouldn’t forget me, or I wouldn’t forget them. The doorbell rings. My best friend arrives. Coming back from work, just stopping by— to see me.

I bring a hot mocha and cookies. That’s all it is. Life’s joys are this simple.

This is a collaged world— where everyday moments are easy, hopeful and full of happiness