I bring my cup closer to my lips. Promptly, I sense the treasured aroma wafting into my eager snout. As I take a sip, the warmth of the cup embraces my lips. I feel the liquid washing over my tongue. I let it linger in my mouth. I revel in the hint of nutmeg, harmonizing with the exquisite vanilla scent. It is remarkable. In that moment, it does nothing less than hold the entire multiverse together. No other thought crosses my mind. If there is a heaven, this must be how it feels.
As I swallow, I become aware of the moments passing by. How many have I lost this way? How many seconds, minutes, hours and days have I spent, indulging in my epicurean delight?
And, how many seconds, minutes, hours have I spent trying to come up with 500 words for today’s blog? I have, so far, barely made it to 150.
I have no ideas. Nothing to evoke a smidgen of thought in another’s mind. Nothing profound; nothing mundane. Nothing humorous; nothing grave. Just a muddy concoction of thoughts that are neither here nor there.
I could write philosophy. Or, I could write about the conflicts that seem to be everywhere, the nature of nature or, even the fruitfulness of futile tasks. Alas! The words have abandoned me here.
Perhaps it’s the time of the day. Or, perhaps it’s just one of those days. There isn’t much I can convey on this dreary Sunday.
Amongst all this confusion, one thought does come to my head. A ray of light that illuminates my eclipsed mind. Like starlight piercing the darkness of space. One sentiment that makes all of this worthwhile. A notion, to which, I gladly will succumb — Perhaps, I should grab another cup!
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