



Mornings
have always been my favorite.
The world is quiet,
the possibilities for what lay ahead endless,
having a place all to myself,
and coffee.
My two mornings in San Francisco
fed my soul.
Sand, Sea, and Sun.
Coffee, Conversation, and Calm.
Refueled
and Refreshed
I carry these moments with me
now that I am back home.
Seemingly minor moments
in an ordinary every day
are anything but...