It’s Friday morning and even though it is late August it feels like Fall. Cool crisp air with a slight breeze.
After a brisk walk with the dog and taking the kid to her Summer program I decided that today was a REAL coffee day – not a Keurig morning.
I ground my beans into a coarse consistency. I took a deep inhale of the scent now wafting up from my grinder. It is a good life indeed.
My electric kettle has the water bubbling within a minute and into the French Press it goes. I patiently wait while it works its magic.
As soon as my timer goes off – yes I need a timer. I get impatient or distracted, both things = not perfectly brewed coffee.
I gently swirl then slide the pressing mechanism down and fill my cup. After a splash of almond milk I am good to go.
I take my warm mug decorated with my daughters second grade artwork on it and bring it to our porch swing.
I slowly observe, savor: the warmth in my hands, steam swirling up from the mug, aroma filling the air, smooth rich flavor on my tongue and heat coursing through me.
My senses are alive. I bask in the glory of the moment, of the quiet stillness of the morning.
That is what I gave myself.
To relish in the glory of simple things, little moments, happiness.
Then off to work for one last day before the weekend.
(posted Saturday evening because well…life happened)