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
May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 5:27 AM UTC
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
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