Have you ever poured a hot cup of coffee
creme, sugar, twirl the spoon three times
...and then sat down on your porch for just a moment to look into the sky? Have you ever been there, your mind 9 months with thought, eyes far away?
Grey clouds like smoke hanging low in the sky - threatening, but holding the pose. The air looks, feels, smells... heavy, like it might actually fall down on top of everything. Like the the whole world was at dusk; long shadows and this overwhelming uge to take everything at an "end of the day" sort of pace.
I go to take a sip, only to find the coffee cold and undrinkable.
I have no idea how long I was sitting out there, nor do I have any recollection of what I was thinking about...
It's like my soul took a rest stop. Just sort of floated away for a while... leaving me there, hunched over a cup of coffee with nether the desire nor instinct to raise the mug to my lips.
It's five in the afternoon, and I can't really tell you what I've done today at all.
creme, sugar, twirl the spoon three times
...and then sat down on your porch for just a moment to look into the sky? Have you ever been there, your mind 9 months with thought, eyes far away?
Grey clouds like smoke hanging low in the sky - threatening, but holding the pose. The air looks, feels, smells... heavy, like it might actually fall down on top of everything. Like the the whole world was at dusk; long shadows and this overwhelming uge to take everything at an "end of the day" sort of pace.
I go to take a sip, only to find the coffee cold and undrinkable.
I have no idea how long I was sitting out there, nor do I have any recollection of what I was thinking about...
It's like my soul took a rest stop. Just sort of floated away for a while... leaving me there, hunched over a cup of coffee with nether the desire nor instinct to raise the mug to my lips.
It's five in the afternoon, and I can't really tell you what I've done today at all.