Waiting for Coffee

Pottering around the kitchen I wait the four or so minutes for my coffee to brew strong enough to buoy me toward alertness. Deep in thought, I’m startled back into the moment by the sun peeking out behind the trees.

Maybe it was that I’d never seen the orange orb from that angle, just appearing at the center of our kitchen window. Or perhaps I’d assumed the sun wouldn’t burn through the thick layer of haze.

There is was though, climbing slowly above the branches. I smile and pour myself a cup of coffee.


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