I'm a cup leaver. A leaver of cups. A pristine self care routine, if one must label it - leaving myself a cup of water or tea at almost...

As the end of summer rolled in, flowers, showing signs of spring, began appearing all around the town. Leaves, which had hurried to turn...

As I was done pouring the liquid and started sealing them one by one, I wondered if I can really trap summer in a glass jar? No matter...