What could add to the enjoyment of a cup of coffee and a good novel on a beautiful October afternoon?
Using a bookmark my oldest son made and gave to me on Mother’s Day when he was only 7 years old (he is now 31). 17 more words
The brittle melody of birds , the crackling sound of the coffee maker, that shy glow that peeks in through the curtains, perhaps the smell of bread toasting, perhaps the warmth of a cough, a clearing of the throat, the oblivious and uncomplicated movement of one whose vitality cannot be suppressed just because others are sleeping. 1,781 more words