A huge cup of coffee sits beside me as I try to stave off the sleepiness that lingers in my eyelids. They so want to close, but I have another busy day ahead. The last in a row of several that caused my current state of sleepiness. I can’t complain, though. One of those busy …
I pour coffee from a fresh pot. I love seeing the dark swirl around with the light creamer. It is like a dance. Once we have our coffees we settle in for an outdoor chat. Clouds pass overhead protecting us from the full force of the sun’s rays. The wind pushes some of the humidity …
We find ourselves, once again, sitting on the deck drinking our coffees. Mine with its creamer, yours black. Mornings are always nice to sit outside before the day gets too hot. And, it has been getting way too hot. Not that I mind. I like the hot, but I know most don’t, or worse, their …
I’m late. Again. I run into the coffee shop all sweaty from working out in the heat for the second weekend in a row. This weekend was more intense since I worked all three days rather than just one, and my body feels it. Some things even a writer cannot attempt to describe and my …
Sitting in the corner, looking over the room, I feel pretty darn good. I am sweaty from a full day of volunteering in the hot sun. I am gritty from the dirt blown around in the wind. I am exhausted just thinking about the drive home. I feel good. Sounds silly to say I feel …
