Same money.
Different world.

A coffee on the way to work — I would add the actual amount paid and purchase date here.

Warm toast, a boiled egg and ten minutes without my phone.

I would grab a snack and save the rest for tomorrow.

Shop windows reflect in the rain. Suddenly the familiar street looks different.

When my favourite song starts just as I step outside.

A bench by the water. I bring nothing but something to drink.

A “quick visit” in my family often turns into a whole evening.

A little desk by the window, a notebook and far too many pens.

Once a year everyone cooks together. Each person brings a recipe.