Friday, January 14, 2011

Storm

This morning I poured coffee, tossed a glug of cream in absently, went to find the sugar. When I came back, the cream was moving through the coffee like storm clouds across the sky. Roiling. I couldn't bear to put the spoon in till it was done.

4 comments:

  1. To be in awe of a simple moment tells a lot about you (all good!).

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  2. You know, after time spent drifting from blog to blog reading stones yesterday, Amy, this was the image which stayed with me. And it came back to me when I made coffee this morning...

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  3. Oh, I love it when someone sees the world in something small. I'm sure there's a poem in there somewhere.

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  4. Thanks all. :-) (And Sam, what a particularly touching and meaningful comment for a writer to read!)

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