The morning, the patio, and a fresh cup of coffee
by Steve B Talbot
Saturday, February 28, 2004
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Where is this place? What is this time? How did such utter and simple perfection come to pass?
A single bird chirps close by, yet far away, unseen.
A breeze passes by. I do not feel it. it causes the wind chimes to gently tinkle their chords.
Through a plethora of sounds the silence and peace still can be heard.
Comfort and calmness reign for this one moment in time. Worry and care have no power here.
Ah, coffee, heavenly brew. I take a sip.
Is this joy?
could it be this simple?
A sweet fresh morning, this little patio, and this cup of coffee?
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