#009｜Thinking of That Warm Scent

🌬️The wind was howling outside this morning, and the ground was covered in snow. ❄️.
Breakfast was black tea, a donut, the newspaper — and a small part of me that really didn’t want to go out.😑

I suddenly thought of the breakfast shops on the corners back in Taiwan, and that warm, comforting smell rose in my mind. On a snowy day like this, remembering those flavors feels almost luxurious. Two places, two rhythms, each with its own warmth.

No matter how far the distance is, scent has a way of carrying you back. The taste of tuna egg crêpes and iron‑plate noodles with an egg feels very far from me today. 😢