My favorite mug with just simple black coffee in it sits unassuming on my desk. A sight for groggy eyes. I pick it up, the deep rich color warming my soul as the hot mug warms my hands on a chilly clear winter morning. Holding it close to my face with both hands I close my eyes and breath in the familiar aroma of the bitter dark brew. I take a slow sip and feel it warm my chest. I sigh into the darkness swirling around below me. Its going to be a good day.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Black Coffee
My favorite mug with just simple black coffee in it sits unassuming on my desk. A sight for groggy eyes. I pick it up, the deep rich color warming my soul as the hot mug warms my hands on a chilly clear winter morning. Holding it close to my face with both hands I close my eyes and breath in the familiar aroma of the bitter dark brew. I take a slow sip and feel it warm my chest. I sigh into the darkness swirling around below me. Its going to be a good day.
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