There is nothing quite like a quiet moment at home.
Some of my favorite moments are the ones that happen when I wake up first, when the tea is heating up in the kettle, the dogs are outside, and I am alone. Don't misunderstand me; I love my boyfriend. I love spending time with me. ...but I also love finding my center every morning. I love having fifteen or thirty minutes to myself, to clear my mind and not think about anything.
That's not what I was trying to capture here, though dishes in a sink very much encapsulates the idea of "home."
No, here I was trying to memorialize the mundane, which can be just as beautiful as the extraordinary.