Monday, March 3, 2025, -4* Dark.
Insulated mug waits, nevertheless coffee cools unattended at my desk, usually cold by the time my writing’s done. Morning routine broken as dogs go outside a second time instead of returning to their beds. A swath of light on the horizon. Candles on windowsills still blaze. Zayne returns first holds up a hind foot. Now three again snuggle in their beds.
My second cup I hold to warm my hands; savor the view enjoy the aroma count the blessings of what it takes to make a cup of coffee. The furnace cycles but doesn’t raise the quotient of hot to cold. My hands have drunk the warmth of coffee; the swath of light, now iridescent pink like prom lipstick. A dance I never danced.
"Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails."
Proverbs 19:21 NIV
Art: LJ Austin
