The rhythmic pulses of my clock lead my body up
And away from the warmth of my nest, I rise.
A distinct chill greets my feet as they touch the lonely floors
Reluctantly, I trail on.
On through the halls that seem endless and identical,
My eyes still dreary from the night’s dormancy
The lights from the windows blind me as my chest leads me automatically into the quiet kitchen
My hands move slowly in front of my eyes as my mind wanders from its task.
The mundane events of the day cross my mind
And before I have time enough to think about one,
another steals its place at the forefront of my focus.
Partway through appraising the ceaseless events of the day
A sharp hot pain shoots through my delicate and drowsy fingers up through my arm.
It was at that moment that I realized and drew my fingers away from the hot pot before me
I then saw that an abhorrently red spot had singed my hand.
This unsuspecting pain slowed the running thoughts in my head and everything was still once again
The snow outside the windows gleamed with a magnificent
luminosity that had escaped my gaze before.
It took only moments then to realize that the air around me was
much colder than the week before, chilling faster with the coming winter
The still air of the room is filled with a rich aroma that brings back my concentration.
I focus my efforts back to the brew in front of me and sigh
as the low rumble of the machine slows to a stop.
The dainty clink of the glass in my hands resonates like a symphony in a hall
I find my way over to a cushion to sit and enjoy my compact cup of immense delight
Utpon feeling the seat yielding under my weight, I stare searchingly out the vast window before me clouded nearly completely with snow.
A small but certain smile makes its way across the folds in my face.
Then the aroma from the rich dark liquid in my hands steals my attention once more
A small breath of air sends the delicate ribbons of steam soaring through the air ahead of me.
And just as my lips come close to having their first taste of the morning’s product
The soft fur of my cat caresses my leg and I find that she was nowhere to be seen until this very moment
However surprising, her presence comforts me as she curls up on the cushion beside me
Her soft breathing mirrors my own as she too contemplates the frozen landscape outside
Finally I draw a quick swig of my coffee lest anything else steal the moment of serenity it was to bring
I blissfully recollect the details of the morning, the clock reads half past ten.
My heart brims with joy from the presence of my companion and the cool air around me, indulging in my morning cup of coffee.
Presently as the cup is drawn away from my face and the remaining drops swirl in the bottom of the cup,
And think “Life may be made up of small moments or details but each one is one given, never to be wasted.”
I look again out the window and see that frosty fragments had begun to accumulate on the windowsill;
It has started to snow
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