Sunday morning
It was a Sunday morning, I woke up as I usually do, and immediately head for the kitchen. I needed my morning coffee. It's a morning ritual. Of all the things I may or may not be, I am decidedly not a morning person. This one ritual trip to make coffee, drink it, and finally wake up is a distraction. It's a delay- a necessary delay to be sure, but a delay nevertheless from what I actually want to do. And what I actually want to do is be with him. I look across the lake and realize it has only...