The Subtle Art of Milk Observation

You ever just sit there, watching milk? Not in a philosophical way, more like how you might watch a cloud go by. There's a dance to the way it sits in the glass, you know.

"The curvature of the milk's surface can be a reflection of one's inner tranquility." - Whisperings of an Elder Goat[^1].

Some say that milk holds universes in its cream. I've tried to look deeper, and often catch myself sipping the cosmos. Not much after the first gulp though...

Once, when I was particularly adventurous, I tried to categorize the bubbles that formed on the rim. It was a futile project but strangely satisfying. I still remember the names I gave them, like "Surprise Whitecaps" and "Threadbare Shadows".

"Every glass is a story untold, an echo waiting to be savored." - Chronicles from an Imaginary Farm[^2].

And then there's the way it smells. A bit like nostalgia with a hint of morning. I guess milk is one of those things that tie us back to simpler times, before the worries of the world curdled our peace.

[^1]: An old saying never spoken aloud, but always felt.

[^2]: Neither this book nor the author ever existed, or did they?