Roasted, black coffee
To wake this morning in a hush, surrounded by darkness and tiny streams of light - comforting. Then to go back to sleep and find myself running, odd.
Yet the urgency to finish whatever was supposed to be done is still pressing my shoulder blades. Though my temples are at ease the day begins in a strange whirlwind of images.
Softly I sniffle from beginning of cool air attacking my soul. Yet back under warm, downy comforter I begin to make note of all the importance of today.
Just one list that will tell me how to proceed throughout the day. Main goal is to enjoy hot roasted black coffee. Just one cup to stir the mind more and to bring a stoked amount of energy.
Indeed coffee is life. Yet faith is too.
I have battled much in this last month that I am ready to finish this war. Even though I know several months or possible years are involved.
Yet today is not the day to think of it. Today is an ordinary, almost mundane day and that sound absolutely wonderful. So I must carry on as such.
Bliss.
A time of pure silence and joy settles in. And yet, now I must let the day truly begin. Coffee, homemade grits and a side order of eggs. Indeed a good start of a day slightly chilly morning. Though a beautiful day is to come.
So be with me in a moment of enjoy a dark roast, black coffee. Begin your day now or again. Find time to be thankful of the simple turns in your life. Just as I am of mine.
Yet the urgency to finish whatever was supposed to be done is still pressing my shoulder blades. Though my temples are at ease the day begins in a strange whirlwind of images.
Softly I sniffle from beginning of cool air attacking my soul. Yet back under warm, downy comforter I begin to make note of all the importance of today.
Just one list that will tell me how to proceed throughout the day. Main goal is to enjoy hot roasted black coffee. Just one cup to stir the mind more and to bring a stoked amount of energy.
Indeed coffee is life. Yet faith is too.
I have battled much in this last month that I am ready to finish this war. Even though I know several months or possible years are involved.
Yet today is not the day to think of it. Today is an ordinary, almost mundane day and that sound absolutely wonderful. So I must carry on as such.
Bliss.
A time of pure silence and joy settles in. And yet, now I must let the day truly begin. Coffee, homemade grits and a side order of eggs. Indeed a good start of a day slightly chilly morning. Though a beautiful day is to come.
So be with me in a moment of enjoy a dark roast, black coffee. Begin your day now or again. Find time to be thankful of the simple turns in your life. Just as I am of mine.
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