A Short Reflection
In the stillness of the morning, before the rising sun, the colder air evokes a natural calling to nourish with something warm.
In the kitchen, I heat bone broth on the stove, warming it through and through, with green onion and lemon, serving it with a side of salted boiled eggs. It goes down with quiet familiarity, a comfort as though the need for it is there, and I remember it as a base for other meals to come.
