Perhaps the cup of coffee is warming as you hold it with both hands...the rise of steam slowly awakening as you watch the morning unfold for you...
Perhaps you're close enough to hear the slight spill of waves...there is still a lot of glass to the Atlantic, smooth clear water light enough to see through...likely low tide or at least a calm that feels like the ocean is just starting to stretch.
Perhaps you can only hear the sounds of the gulls...spiraling and starting to descend towards the water.
Perhaps you're still in your sleep-clothes, outside on a private balcony...the early sun not so hot yet but you can tell it will be full-throated and heated later.
Perhaps the inside of the house is still quiet...a peace that rarely is seen once day breaks but a welcome absence...you can have some moments alone, some seconds to stir...perhaps feeling the stress drain slightly from your shoulders as you realize you have many days like this ahead of you this week...no phones, no computers...no work...at least not the usual load.
You taste the coffee and sip slowly, like you could let each moment stretch just a few bits more...elongating...a minute suddenly adding seconds and time becoming the way the sun moves across the sky rather than a minute hand.
That is the way I want to imagine you...in the salt-filled air before the afternoon humidity rolls in...feeling like a fresh sheet of the day has been torn out and tossed into the sky...drifting, untouched...spotless...without a single thought of me to spoil your day.
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