🕯️ A small midsummer spell

A candle lit.
A book opened.
A spell softly spoken.

I’ve been thinking about the quiet magic of routine — the hush that falls when you prepare to read something beloved, or the way a flame flickers just so when you're alone with a story. It’s not a big ritual. Just a soft one.

This little quote has been lingering with me lately — like the echo of a page turning. I think it belongs on parchment, with pressed lavender nearby.