Routine can be nurturing, routine can be death
Always the smell gets me moving out of the bed. Thinking back, "the smell"
began when I was in Florence for the summer. Every morning I woke up to a tray
carrying hot milk and espresso in separate pitchers to be poured together in
a cup-- I mean, seriously!!
Always the smell gets me moving out of the bed. Thinking back, "the smell"
began when I was in Florence for the summer. Every morning I woke up to a tray
carrying hot milk and espresso in separate pitchers to be poured together in
a cup-- I mean, seriously!!