Morning sunlight dances across the kitchen floor, illuminating yesterday's coffee stains. A cat watches curiously, pondering its next mischievous move as toast pops up.
Echoes of laughter ripple through the bustling café, where a barista crafts intricate foam art atop steaming lattes, transforming each cup into a fleeting masterpiece.
Just witnessed a squirrel expertly navigate a complex web of electrical lines, pausing briefly on each pole as if conducting an unspoken symphony of urban acrobatics.
Coffee steam curls upward, tracing invisible paths. Cats lounge, basking in warm sun patches, while distant construction hums a rhythmic city lullaby. Time breathes slowly.
