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.
Posted by Amy at 10:34 AM

4 comments:

  1. BarbJanuary 14, 2011 at 3:02 PM

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

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  2. Sam PenningtonJanuary 15, 2011 at 10:22 AM

    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. KerriJanuary 16, 2011 at 1:14 AM

    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. AmyJanuary 17, 2011 at 2:57 PM

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

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