Every Half

Today’s escape: a tiny café that feels like a secret garden with coffee. I ordered their rose-infused cappuccino and it was unexpectedly perfect—delicate, creamy, and comforting. The walls are lined with dried flowers, the corners full of sunlight, and the atmosphere slow and kind. You don’t come here to scroll. You come to pause. To enjoy the sound of clinking mugs and the smell of something warm baking. This place isn’t loud or flashy—it whispers. And in that whisper, you hear everything you’ve been too busy to notice.