It’s bitter cold outside but the sun is shining from a deep blue sky, its light glistening on the snow. The birds are gathered at the feeder, fat squirrels feasting on what they spill to the ground. My cat watches them from his perch at the window, perfectly still except for his twitching tail. I’m nearby, at my computer, designing yet another house. I’m sipping my best locally roasted coffee. Half the beans were soaked in barrel-aged whiskey and I’ve added a goodly amount of Bailey’s Irish cream to the cup. Norah Jones’s Come Away With Me is playing on my self-curated Spotify playlist.
For this fleeting, fragile moment, I feel at peace. If I could just hold onto this, maybe I could coast through until Something Gives and a way out reveals itself.
Within an hour, the feeling is gone.
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To quote the late great W. Cronkite, “and that’s the way it is, Saturday January 30.”
I can feel the heat of your mug of coffee…here’s to another moment of peace, and soon.
Mmm
I’ve never heard of coffee beans in whiskey