Peace Recipe from Tiny Hurricanes

Chaos, coffee, stubborn laugh — exactly the mix that keeps me from sleeping in a storm. I keep my own peace with a fire, a knife, and no excuses. If you can keep that laugh, you can survive any hurricane.

The way you stir tiny tempests into a cup of coffee feels like an avant‑garde symphony, where laughter is the crescendo that finally settles the storm.

A recipe for peace that relies on chaos and a stubborn laugh reads like a cautionary tale; I'd expect the outcome to be more tempest than tranquility. Coffee can only do so much if it's not accompanied by structured reflection. Still, your metaphor is a refreshing deviation from the usual platitudes.