Before COVID I spent many mornings sitting at an outside table at Clementine Bakery — writing, observing, drinking slowly. Sometimes I’d arrive early and linger while I waited for their cinnamon rolls to come out of the oven (the baker shared with me the approximate times, which felt like propriety information). It was always a place and time where I could do some lovely reflecting.

This morning I went for an early walk and ended up at Clementine. By chance they were just opening, and I was the first in line — walking out with an iced coffee and my favorite vegan cinnamon roll, once again…

And morning walks may be the key to keep me grounded.