Saturday Ritual | Poetry
Saturday is here. A day to read, sip tea, unwind, and be. Sophia tucks her legs beneath her on the velvet chaise, the city humming beyond her window. The book in her lap is well-worn, pages softened by touch, the scent of ink and paper mingling with the cinnamon steam curling from her mug. She exhales. The week was a storm—deadlines, meetings, the endless scroll of news and noise. But here, in…



















