Mornings like this one require quiet. They require soft voices and soft smiles. They require the understanding of “How are you?” and “Thank you, you too” through silence and glance. They require mugs of warm tea and warm-toned lights. They require simple books with simple language and not even the hint of confrontation from strangers. They require sweet thoughts from dear friends and Thought Catalog articles that know more than I do. They require soft sunlight through dusty window blinds and time that passes just quickly enough.