I’m writing this on a morning that hasn’t yet grown noisy. 
My phone still lies face down on the table. 
The coffee is still steaming.
And for some reason, I’m reminded of my mother.

Last year, a friend placed a slim book on my desk. The cover was simple. The title: "The Art of Gathering" by Priya Parker.

"I know you host gatherings often," he said. "Read this. It will change the way you invite people."

I read it in two days. But one sentence remains underlined to this day: