6.28.2012
inspired in the morning
This morning I woke up and sat on the deck. There was something in the air - something sweet that I associate with the ocean. It's been rainy and cool here lately, so maybe it was just the scent of the damp earth warming up. I drink my coffee black - no milk, no sugar, nothin' - but there's this distinct sugary steam that settles itself even in black coffee when that warm, moist, salty air sweetness is present. Until today I'd only tasted it at the beach (or near the beach), but somehow, this morning, it found its way to the mountain.
It was coincidence that before settling on the deck, I poured my muddy coffee into my Cape Ann Motor Inn mug. The Cape Ann Motor Inn is a little three-story motel on a small beach (Cape Ann) in Gloucester, MA. When I was a little kid, my parents and brothers and I would go there. Now, my aunt, cousin, mom and I take an annual trip there in October. Last year, my grandma came, too. We're usually there right as the air is getting cold for winter, but I'm always hellbent on drinking my morning coffee out on the deck. They have plastic chairs that are so old they're edging on flimsy, and there are usually traces of sand on the hard, red-painted wooden deck. Below me, on the beach, the ocean swirls against the sand and I breathe in, ecstatic in the calmest way possible. They have these giant donuts for the guests in the morning. I don't eat donuts often, but boy do those ones taste good, accompanied by air-sweetened black coffee.
I could feel myself, in the past couple of weeks, falling into some pseudo-routine. Wake up, sit on the couch, take out the computer, go in my home office, and get to work. The trees are in full bloom and as a result, the back guest room I use as my office is darker now than it was in the winter. It feels gloomy in there, which I usually give myself over to, because gloomy days are good for writing. This morning I made the decision to forgo the "routine" and just sit on the deck. So now I'm getting to work with warmth and sunshine and sweet coffee and inspiration.
Why don't I do this every day?
.lsm.
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