Coffee, Sunrise, and Running
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(C) Flying PieI like to wake early, even on weekends,
because coffee tastes best in the morning—
better still when you’re thirsty,
and there’s nothing like running
in the calm of early hours.
I love the rhythmic gurgles
of my trusty moka pot,
brewing fresh coffee—
a delicate balance of
heat, water, and beans—
its aroma filling the whole house.
I love watching the eastern sky
turn orange at sunrise
while sipping my first cup.
Winter on the Pacific West Coast
feels like perpetual darkness,
rain that never quite stops.
So what. I like it here.
On lucky days, morning light
pours through breaks in the clouds,
shining on everything it touches—
a masterpiece of Mother Nature.
On days like this,
as soon as the first cup is gone,
I save the second for later,
change quickly, and dash outside to run,
as if there were no tomorrow—
knowing the second cup will be waiting
when I come home.
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