Today I picked up some beautiful strawberries at the market. I brought them home, opened the kitchen window, and rinsed them slowly. I wasn’t in a rush. I wasn’t planning a recipe. I just wanted to give myself something good. There’s something I love about this simple gesture—washing fresh fruit. The color, the smell, the contrast of cold water. And that quiet feeling of knowing I’m doing something kind for myself. I don’t always have the energy to cook or prepare big meals. But this… this I can do. Fresh fruit, clean water, and a little sunlight through the window. Sometimes, that’s enough.