The rain is splattering on the roof, the house is cold, as Sydney houses tend to be in winter. So nothing better for breakfast….
a bacon and egg sizzling on the stove and the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifting through the kitchen.
The saltiness of the bacon and the sweetness of the egg on sourdough bread. The bitterness of the coffee. Belly warming and a boost for the soul. The murkiness of the sky outside seems to clear up.