Lyrics
[A person stands in the kitchen, the morning light streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the countertops. They reach for a loaf of freshly baked sourdough bread, pulling out two slices and laying them on a wooden cutting board.
With a swift motion, they open a container of honey mustard and spread a generous layer onto one slice of bread. The knife glides smoothly, leaving a thin, even coat. Next, they take several slices of smoked ham from the fridge, neatly layering them on top of the mustard. The pink of the ham contrasts nicely against the golden mustard.
They then reach for a package of provolone cheese, carefully placing a couple of slices over the ham. The creamy white cheese overlaps slightly, covering the meat with a smooth, milky layer. For a bit of crunch and freshness, they add a few crisp lettuce leaves and a couple of thinly sliced tomato rounds, each piece meticulously arranged.
Satisfied with their work, they carefully press the two slices of bread together, creating a perfect sandwich. They pick it up, feeling the slight give of the sourdough under their fingers. They take a bite, teeth sinking through the crusty bread, the tender ham, and the smooth cheese.
As they chew, they close their eyes for a moment, savoring the perfect balance of flavors and textures. The smokiness of the ham melds with the tangy honey mustard, the creaminess of the provolone, and the freshness of the lettuce and tomato. The sourdough adds a subtle crunch and a slight tang. They take another bite, enjoying the simple pleasure of a well-made sandwich. The world outside may be bustling and chaotic, but here, in this moment, everything is just right.