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Poetry

Life As It May

Morning.

White haze beyond the window.

Eyes, hands, hair; a warm blanket nest.

Coffee, a whisper.

Peace and a day?

Or a splash of grey?

Soft.

Beyond the sunrise.

Life as it may.

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Life

A Day In The Life

I’ll be asleep soon.

It’s 6:00 pm, and I’m fairly certain of it— tonight will be an 8:30 kind of night.

My goodness, it’s been a full twenty-four hours. My body is fighting a chest infection/cold and yet I’ve continued to move through life, sucking in just about every form of stimulation the universe has had to offer. However tiring, it’s been all sorts of lovely.

I spent a great deal of the day with one of my most precious friends, one of the few people in my life that I consider to be a ‘soul mate’ (and I’m sure I don’t need to explain the criteria needed to make this particular category of friends. It’s something your heart just knows, wouldn’t you say?)

Anyway, midway through my corn fritter, whilst trying desperately not to cough into the sugar bowl, it occurred to me just how much my homebody ways limit me from experiencing life’s good stuff. Like friends. Like coffee. Like coffee. ( I’m sorry, had I mentioned coffee, already?)

I’m an alone person, that much will never change. But today the universe reminded me that even alone people need someone else.

Bonus points for those of the ‘soul mate’ kind.

orange tabby cat beside fawn short coated puppy
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Darling Day 8. Darling Little Sugar Pot

Meet my darling little sugar pot.

I met this little darling in an op-shop, not too long ago, actually.

Our eyes met, and that was it: love.

Love so great, in fact, that I bought her despite the fact that I don’t take sugar in my tea. Or my coffee, for that matter.

There was just something about her sweet little-cottage charm that told me she belonged at our house.

She was perfect in her own right, but also, perfect for me. Perfect for all the guests she’d delight with her dainty, sugary goodness.

So I cupped her in my hand and I walked her up to the counter, where a kind old lady met me with a smile.

And just like that: she was mine, this darling little sugar pot.

The most darling little sugar pot I ever did see.

Sugar pot

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