This morning’s coffee is warm and it tastes like sunlight. Arctic air outside blows chimney exhaust north over the rooftops, the morning sun breathes it golden. March after a months of white skies filled with snowflakes is air that can freeze your nostrils together lit by sun that wakes your roots.
I’m in love with the contrast of this. I feel like I could start to extend my hands and feet by one knuckle at this point. Maybe even work on a pair of wings.
Actually, um…
