OhtaNotes

Be like the latte: soft yet strong, warm yet fleeting.

Santa Claus doesn’t bring toys; he brings the power to keep believing in stories.

Tuesday is like a cat—whimsical yet oddly endearing.

Do less; become more.

Morning latte is the magic that melts ‘being’ into ‘becoming.

I love iced lattes in winter. Sometimes, tranquility is born in the unseasonal.

I always prefer to buy sugar-coated lies over the plain truth.

Tea is a spell in water, deceiving you into thinking life has meaning.

Is a hotel latte the sunk cost of a habit or the dividend of daily life?

The beauty of the teacup lies in its emptiness. By filling it, we make that emptiness visible.