Early rise...Coarse beans,
whistling kettle, watch the clock...
Press, pour, sip…alive.
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Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night– I’m humbly one of the many vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (4)
Perfect atmosphere. Nice.
This IS me, at 4am.
This feels like a familiar morning.. I can smell the coffee, the aroma coming from the French press! Your words took me to A happy morning
Ahh very good I love coffee and love my French press 😊