Setting the Rhythm
Spotting a compact brushed-metal timer resting upon the prep counter, I couldn't resist inspecting its crisp circular dial. Its sleek dome was numbered with tidy minute marks, waiting in quiet anticipation. Stepping forward across the wooden board, I braced both gloved hands firmly against the knurled upper ring. With a deliberate, measured twist, I guided the marker clockwise until the internal spring caught with a firm, satisfying latch. The gentle, rhythmic ticking that followed immediately filled the kitchen with cheerful purpose, setting a lively cadence for the morning.
