The scene was perfect.
Morning light streaming through the window, soft tendrils of steam rising from my cup of freshly brewed green tea with mint and honey.
An enchanting book, a recent gift from a dear friend, a tale of fairies and folk from long ago.
Here I am, the aspiring photographer, attempting to capture the peaceful moment.
But then it hits me.
Why do I even try?
What reality check have you had this week?
