Café crème bien blanc, fresh orange juice, tartine crumbs, outside on a brisk morning.
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There’s a particular kind of magic in claiming a sunny terrace seat on a cold day. The air bites sharp and clean at cheeks, while the sun still manages to warm shoulders through a coat. The contrast feels almost luxurious. As fingers tighten around the hot cup, you are grateful for the heat against the chill. Steam rises from the coffee, the orange juice glows in the cold light, and every sip is richer for the weather’s quiet defiance. All is well. - BPJ
