pink noise
Soft pink light filters in, the radiator humming its low morning tune. Toast, coffee, the familiar quiet before the day begins. You paint your nails, calming one stroke at a time, each coat drying as the city stirs outside your window. The air feels suspended, like it’s waiting for something small but significant to happen. You think about calling someone. You don’t. You just keep painting.
Inspired by Sofia Coppola’s archive, Cy Twombly’s pink couch, and slow fall mornings.
Stay toasted, xx.
