My soul rested in my every morning coffee mug as if it were a beach strung hammock.
The time after dawn, coffee mug and rich aromas in the recently sunlit room, that's my steady time, my touchstone moment, before the creative swirl of my day takes off.
I am a creature of routine. Doing the same thing each day, albeit with small variations when I choose, makes me happy. The same coffee mug each day makes me happy. The same oat milk, the same brand of beans, the same chair in the same room. And all of that sameness makes me more creative, more willing to dream. Every wild kite needs an anchor. I made my own of routine.
The coffee mug feels so good wrapped in both my hands, sending its warmth right into my blood. At anytime of day it is as if I were walking in sunlight. I rest my eyes and visit my happy place, that time when I felt so perfectly at ease, as if all was right with the world.
The coffee mug brings a teal spark to the room, a hue that is seawater in summer's light for this heart and soul.
The coffee mug hugs my hand upon this wintry day, sending warmth from my finger tips to my sunlit daydreams.
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