The window was open last night which led to chilly dreams and not enough sleep. I am awake now and breathing in the delicious scents of coffee that fill my kitchen. Ahhh… home, what a wonderful place. I think there’s something about being from somewhere; like an innate feeling deep inside that just makes you […]
Tag Archives: coffee
5:45 the Writer Wakes: El Yunque
The cheerful ringing of the chimes outside my door wakes me. Sitting up I yawn languidly and think pleasant thoughts of coffee, scones, and my hike through El Yunque National Forest. It seems ages since I drifted into this memory, floating still in my head like a balloon without a string. It was quite a trek […]
Recovery: Coffee, Family, and Stumbling
Count your blessing instead of sheep.
Traps and Coffee
The cold wind hit my Columbia jacket with a gust of unknown excitement as I circled wire into a double loop. Hint. hint. hasenpfeffer… I’m always up for a challenge. And when my dad doubted my idea of trapping rabbits I had a challenge. So I watched a couple videos on Youtube about making rabbit […]
Time Slipping through Milk
Splitch. splotch. the milk dropped in my coffee like a cannon exploding into a waterfall. The morning was grey and held silent promises of household chores. This farm seems stuck very much in the pioneer days. The wind whistles across the thresh as I gingerly step in the kitchen grasping the day late newspaper. Yes, […]
A Shot Rang Out: Insomnia: One Day Closer
Insomnia has its bouts of bitterness.
Sleep Deprivation and Diamonds
Searching the sea of jobs.
Barista, Coffee Art
Perfk, perfk, perfk, drip, drip, drip… The coffee pot spits out the rest of its long awaited delivery. Like a messenger cloaked in chocolatey brown, the coffee pot delivers, like an amazon same day delivery. Today’s brew is a little different than usual. The coffee filter nestled inside, like a has a special combination of […]
Working Out: How and Why I pursue Fitness
I inhaled the humid sticky air as I opened the door to a pitch black morning. It was so early the rooster down the street hadn’t announced his brazen squawk. I gingerly mounted my bike and making sure to set my MapmyRide app on. The sun greeted me as I came into my small town […]
In Retrospect-Veni. Vidi. Vici
Spread your wings and fly alone.
Bad Dreams,Sad Conversations and Echos from the Human Soul
How a nightmare turned into a vivid report of conversations heard from afar.
The Mountains Are Calling
Dreams and musings of visiting the green mountains.
