Slightly Foggy Coffee Muses

Friday, January 20

Slightly Foggy Coffee Muses

Slightly Foggy Coffee Muses.

The air is cool and heavy. Slightly foggy. Carrier of sounds.

The traffic on the bypass seems right next door. A roar of synthetic rubber on wet concrete amplified by wet air.

The sun’s warmth is muted as it burns through the damp layers of air and water. Now gone completely as the clouds win the eternal battle for the moment. Clouds that recently kissed the earth instead of sky. Dew so heavy on the grass it glistens, it sparkles whenever the sun momentarily wins out.

Way up in the live oak tree what looks like a spiritual whisp sways to and fro in the breeze… On closer examination it becomes a large spider web covered in leftover fog.

The cardinal’s song cuts the air singing from the safety of the cedars. Seagulls fill the sky looking for the sea… or maybe just a parking lot. The small birds of winter flitter here and there looking for breakfast as they chitter and cheep.

Once again the sun has been overcome by the clouds and the slight warmth has succumbed to the mornings chill. The battle continues, sun and clouds, clouds and sun, warmth and chill. A winters morning, but dressed as if it’s summer, in the rocker on the back porch.

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