Language lays buried
In everyday shallow graves:
Words left unspoken.
It doesn't solve the riddle of Monday but it gives you enough clues to crack the case. 🕵️☕
I recall the first time I was 'put in charge of the pot' and my tiny hands carefully spooned the tea into the teapot, giving it an eager stir- I'm like Proust when he dunked that madeleine! ☕
Goldilocksitis (noun) -
that brief pause right before you take your first sip - an almost inexplicable movement away from your mouth - as if the liquid may be too hot. 🤔☕