The afternoon light hits the glass just right. A quiet hum of jazz and the scent of old paper. This is my kind of slow.
Found a hidden vinyl tucked behind the bar. Crisp jazz, cool air, and a glass waiting to be poured. The city sleeps, but the night is just waking up.
Sunlight filters through the blinds, warming the cork and glass. A perfect moment of stillness before the evening begins.
