a long table gathering bread still warm, fruit in season, a bottle of kombucha, a slice of cake, or simply yourself.

think: indoor picnic, a constellation of tastes and stories.

there’s no plan, music in the background, conversations, maybe someone reading, maybe someone moving their body, maybe just the quiet joy of sharing food until we’re full.

bring something small to eat or drink, bring your presence. let’s see what unfolds when we sit together.

xx