After lunch, I stopped by the same café again.
The afternoon light felt softer than usual.

Cafés feel calmer under cloudy skies.
The softer light seems to slow the afternoon a little.

Four years into life in Korea, I’ve finally started to enjoy Americano coffee. Perhaps some tastes arrive quietly with time.
I ordered an Americano instead of my usual latte. “No latte today?” the owner asked with a smile.
A small moment, but somehow it stayed with me.

On the walk back from the café, a small and somehow comforting moment.