hot coffee at noon
drips slowly into mugged cream
for Saturday brunch
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Lightning Never Strikes Twice
The distant rumble, the sudden deluge, the crescendo of sound, the flash of light, the explosive energy — it never gets old. I became an amateur storm chaser about two years ago. My wife, Cindy suggested it. Sort of. She said, "Alex, you know this cancer is killing me. I've come to terms with that, but you're smothering me. Go join a band, write a book, or become a storm chaser, for all I care. I love you, but you need a hobby."
By Julie Lacksonen6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Very nice… I feel the gentle coffee steam
Very calm, very weekend! Sometimes it’s just coffee, quiet time, and being home. ✨
Sounds like an amazing way to spend a Saturday morning!
Looks like someone going to have a relaxing weekend