Katalina Mini

Dead serious.
I used to dive in without a life jacket: “I’ll fix it, they’ll get it, it’ll get better right now.”
And they’d be gulping

The kind that happens when the world slows down — warm tea in hand, soft light, no rush.

You talk about everything and nothing.
Laughter

Not the caffeine, not the habit — the ritual. The quiet moment when the world is still half–asleep and the aroma rises like a soft whisper.

Not in a wild way—just warm, close, comforting.
Like they fit into your day in the nicest little space.
I wonder whose mind I sit in like