It’s a soft spring afternoon. The breeze plays gently with the curtains, pushing and pulling like a quiet rhythm. The coffee maker lets out its final sigh. She picks up her favorite mug and steps out onto the balcony. Wearing a loose shirt and still carrying a trace of sleep in her eyes, she settles into the chair. Sunlight dances across the floor, warm and dappled. A mellow aroma rises from the cup—light roast, smooth and familiar. Bossa nova drifts through the open window, and she sways the cup ever so slightly to the beat. The sky is clear, and the hum of the city lies far in the background, barely there, like a memory. Nothing special is happening today. And yet, these are the moments she treasures most. As the coffee cools just a little, a small cat appears, walking gracefully along the fence. She smiles. The wind stirs again, gently rustling the curtains behind her.