My whole being lit up as I poured my morning coffee from my stainless steel french press.
A sensuality in the subtle gurgles of hot liquid caressing cermanic.
The steam rising from the mug made my soul sing: it's time to write!
It's time to sip and enjoy the sun peaking through my living room windows, reminding me that most of our little crook of the world is awake.
With each sip, I celebrate---