The Whisper of a Cloudy Morning

Outside the window, everything is soaked in a quiet gray. The sunlight can't make it through the curtains, and a calm stillness settles over the air. On a morning like this, there's no need to hurry. Brewing coffee with slow breaths, my fingertips grow warm wiping the moisture from the glass. While the world rests quietly, a time that is mine alone flows slowly by.