The Tablecloth 2 ML

Crossing the doorstep after a long absence, you are met by the scent of freshly polished parquet that has been warmed by the afternoon sun. It's creaking beneath your feet.

A meal simmers on the stove, most likely a pot of soup. Tea sweetened with honey waits on a table draped in lace beside the kitchen. Overhead, herbs and wildflowers hang to dry, while the lush greenery outside spills through the open window, as though trying to find its way indoors.

Familiar scents, left unvisited for a while.