From Where I Write

A Pirates Matcha. Burnt hills re-blooming. A reminder that healing is slow — and still happening.

I need some inspiration, I need a place to start.

So today, at this exact moment — a moment that has already passed — you’ll find me at my neighborhood spot, Café Mimosa, sipping a Pirates Matcha (chai + matcha) Latte.

It’s 70 degrees, 70 percent humidity and cloudy. It’s quiet and cozy inside — it’s perfect. Shazam tells me C’est Si Bon is playing. The d…