life is a bowl of coffee…

my morning coffee bowl

 

 

 

 

 

Well, something like that.
Life was like that for about an hour, anyway– life was a bowl of hot coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

my morning coffee bowl

 

 

 

 

 

Fresh, hot, milky coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

my morning coffee bowl

 

This little bit of time made me happy. Well, many moments do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

bleu rocking chair

 

 

Impermanent moments.
Fleeting moments.

 

 

 

 

 

But, in retrospect, I wish they’d last a little longer, and I wish they’d taste as good as morning time coffee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So... Nothing. That's it.

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