Morning mambo
Mmm. Coffee. A latte I made myself, creamy and rich with vanilla. My own personal monkey on my back. Sitting here in the still quiet office, I hear the ebb and flow of traffic as it wooshes down below. It’s Monday. For better or worse, it always comes. Sending us scurrying for breakfast and socks and cat-feeding and out the door we go in a flurry of jackets and purses and papers. Wondering if this is just the way things are or the way they should be.
Soon others will trickle in, wrapped in their own musings. Slowly more click-clacking as each settles into their cocoons. And the ebb and the flow of the day will begin. Followed by another and another until I wake up one early morning to a small voice asking “we stay home today? I want to watch a cartoon” and I’ll make another coffee and slowly drink my stupor away, but I’ll stay in my jammies and watch cartoons with my baby for a while rather than rushing and scurrying our way out the door so soon.
Soon others will trickle in, wrapped in their own musings. Slowly more click-clacking as each settles into their cocoons. And the ebb and the flow of the day will begin. Followed by another and another until I wake up one early morning to a small voice asking “we stay home today? I want to watch a cartoon” and I’ll make another coffee and slowly drink my stupor away, but I’ll stay in my jammies and watch cartoons with my baby for a while rather than rushing and scurrying our way out the door so soon.
