Here I am — so early for work that the building is dark. I flip the light switch and hear the electricity hum through the walls and above the ceiling. The darkness receeds to the shadows. Putting everything in its proper place, I sit before this screen to begin the day. It dawns on me that the silence is fleeting and that I should enjoy this jewel of a moment with my morning muse...coffee.
It was as if a warm comforter had been wrapped around me. I inhale again as my eyes slide shut. At that moment, there truely is peace in the valley and every cell along the surface of my skin pebbles. I feel the cup dent my lip with its presence, my lips growing warm from proximity. I sip. The heat flowing into my mouth, crawling around every crevice to explore my intentions and hopes, chasing away the dread of eight hours before a long Labor Day weekend.
Now I am smiling. The sound of the keys as I type like a great symphony being preformed just for me. I swallow and the warmth fades like morning defrost on a cool windshield, chasing the liquid down into my stomach. This one dragon can be relived over and over again or at least till this cup is empty; but that won't be soon. Sip slow and long, dear me, sip slow and long.
Happy Friday and good morning to myself.