It’s so dark in winter morning...
I think the room I like better at my parents’ home is the small, unpretentious kitchen.
Maybe it’s because it’s full of life
or maybe because it’s the place where I share more often a moment of complicity with my mother.
She knows I need a cup of coffee to be able to step into a brand new morning positively
and she likes spoiling me a little saying:
“Sit calmly by the table; I’ll make your coffee...”