I’m sat consuming another of my favourite tipples, Americano coffee with semi skimmed milk. . .frothed.
I’m on my first cup of the day and its aroma is evocative.
Todays coffee time is a welcome break from the rigmarole of life, from the hard graft that I undertake each day to make a living, its a welcome break from those who constantly drain the liquid from my flesh’s mental reservoir.
I’m sat writing, it is still the early hours of the day. The cappuccino that I have just consumed has left a rather pungent taste on my tongue and the stillness in the room is tangible.
Walking along the pathway to my current destination I glanced at the night sky, trillions of stars studded the tapestry of heaven with various formations, I could see them, but could not distinguish them. . .it is a miracle how they stay anchored to their location, but it is not this miracle that I want to share with you.