It’s French Earl Grey with a dash of milk
The smell of old books in a second hand store
The flick of a paintbrush of gold on a page
It’s potatoes and stew on a cold winters night
The warmth of a hug when times are hard
The gentle touch when words fail
It’s chocolate and biscuits made at home
The comfort of a cosy blanket when it rains
The love that is felt and will go no where
Prompt: Blank as medicine
