Tag Archives: morning
so close.
morning coffee.
each day.
day 4.
still no power, but beautiful days
—
“the town was glad with morning light; places that had shown ugly and distrustful all night long, now wore a smile; and sparkling sunbeams dancing on chamber windows, and twinkling through blind and curtain before sleepers’ eyes, shed light even into dreams, and chased away the shadows of the night.”
-charles dickens
it’s morning.
great bay.
headfirst.
coffee talk.
nothing like waking up early
sipping a warm cup of strong coffee
chewing on something that seems like a berry
your brain catching up
and wondering
why there is a berry in your cup
because you don’t normally
add berries to your coffee
and you spit it out
only to discover
that it was really a random giant ant not a berry
who climbed into your cup
in the time it took you to walk out of the room and back
and you have unwittingly shared your coffee with him
and he, with you.
—
“it is not enough to be busy. so are the ants. the question is: what are we busy about?”
-henry david thoreau