…wake up at six in the morning to make coffee…stay in bed, curled up under the comforter, hair tangled, skin warm, purring with pleasure.
~ Maylis de Kerangal, The Heart: A Novel
Photo: Barber in Moustache Magazine, Dec 2, 2015 (via mennyfox55)
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If I get up now, I can make coffee. I can walk down the stairs, go to the kitchen, and make myself coffee. Maybe sit down and write. I can hear my husband breathing. Our daughter breathing…The dog breathing. If I listen, I can hear cars out on the road, it’s still nighttime, or early morning, it depends on who you are, how you were raised, what experiences you bring to the different times of day, it’s three forty-five now, do you call that morning or night, I call it morning, but too early to get up, I check the time on my cell phone and then I check my messages, I sit up and lie down, a few cars drive past right outside my window, there and there and there, and farther off a gentler stream, cars driving past at night sound different from cars driving past in the daytime. Today is the first of _ _ _ _ _ ….
~ Linn Ullmann, ”Unquiet: A Novel” (W. W. Norton & Company, January 15, 2019)
Photo: Eric Rose
Saturday Morning
I will cut adrift—
I will sit on pavements & drink coffee—
I will dream;
I will take my mind out of its iron cage & let it swim—this fine October.
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry c. Wednesday, October 15, 1927
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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
Let me begin again as a speck
of dust caught in the night winds
sweeping out to sea. Let me begin
this time knowing the world…
is grinding and sighing all night,
and dawn comes slowly…
— Philip Levine, from “Let Me Begin Again,” 7 Years from Somewhere: Poems
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Into the mug of morning pour yourself
Into the mug of morning
pour yourself, warm
and dark, your aromatic
presence hugging the hand-formed
divide between inside and out.
Ease from empty into full
until, brim-level, you
rise an swirl, a steamy
mist rejoining its source.
~Sharon Sharp
Notes: Photo: mennyfox55. Poem: Thank you Make Believe Boutique