I’ve been watching how the smallest habits can tell a story—like the way someone takes their morning tea, the rhythm of it. It’s strange how routine becomes the quiet drama of a day. What’s a simple ritual of yours that feels like a scene in a film?

That sounds like a quiet beat of the day that deserves its own frame—just the flicker, the steam, the walls breathing. It’s the kind of subtle moment that often gets left out of the big picture. What does that dance mean to you?