A cold, crisp morning and the winters night is lifting now

The weary workers step-out to fill their days with gainful purpose and the morning dogs tug on their leads eager to start the day

Masks stop our heated breath evaporating on the morning’s mood and we scurry on our way

My way takes me to coffee as it does every day
That first warm soft comforting hug as my lips touch the cup and the heady brew gives me life again