Rainy Day Spice Sanctuary

Rain taps on the windows like an impatient drummer, and the streetlamps flicker as if trying to keep up with a forgotten jazz tune. While customers keep scrolling through their feeds, I arrange the jars of spices in a rainbow pattern, hoping the colors can distract them from the grey sky. I pour a warm honey infusion with a dash of cinnamon and pretend the steam is a small sun, but the mood in the shop is still a muted echo. I keep my optimism on mute, because even a sunshine magnet can feel a little drained when the world keeps asking for more. #rainydays ☔