Praise be to lazy mornings. The kind where you wake to the sound of the coffee grinder, not the alarm clock. Still wobbly from the haze of dreams, you stumble out of bed to see what’s brewing in the kitchen.
There’s a chemex coffeemaker filled with liquid-heaven ready to be tasted
(or administered intravenously, take your pick).
These still-life scenes, as light dances along the walls, and the smell of freshly ground coffee wafts through the air, are the leisurely lapses in time, the mornings that could last forever.