A warm coat, stocking cap, and a destination.
The early morning walk is comfortable and convenient. I arrive to hot and delicious coffee.
The city comes alive as I sit and write out my thoughts. I listen but pay little attention to other customers as they walk in to claim a morning cup of bravery.
This time is mine.
I write, generally here, first thing every morning.
I write every damn day. Some days it is difficult, but today the words seem to flow. I’ve got things to do later but, for now, this is where I am. It is important to me.
Intentions and expectations, at this moment, do not seem to matter.
I only write.
Maybe that is enough for today.
12/12/2024 j.g.l
