I can't remember the last time I sat down to one, and maybe it just made this one taste that much better.
My backyard groundhog friend is roaming around between the shadows the trees cast across the grass. The sky only has hiccups of clouds and the breeze is so slight but so appropriate.
I have another mug of coffee waiting for me in my french press, but I'm in no rush to pour it. . . Most mornings, I don't even finish my first cup.
So this is what calm feels like? Yeaahh, I remember this feeling.
No little white rabbit running around for a few days.
No clock or schedule.
I'm gonna soak up this calm, and then pour my other cup of coffee.
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