|via here. Isn't it lovely?|
After around 9 straight hours of work conference calls during the day, even though it was supposed to be a day of rest, it's finally quiet. I have the doors propped open and it smells like someone is burning milk outside. For some reason, the smell is calming and carries with it a memory of my mom making oatmeal (with raisins) for breakfast when we were little. She would invariably burn the milk a little but, no matter, it would fill up our little round tummies full.