First breakfast in Tel Aviv.
Here for a 🏳️🌈 wedding, family, and maybe a few new beginnings.
Herbs, eggs, coffee.
No music. No narration. Just (mostly) quiet sound.
I cooked simple food and cleaned as I went, a ritual I picked up from my dad on job sites. 👷🏻🛠️
I think a lot about him when I’m here. The people, the food, the music…it all reminds me of the best parts of him.
At 11 am, the air sirens sounded for Yom HaZikaron (Memorial Day).
Everything paused.
This was the quiet before that moment. 💙
