That first cup of coffee in the morning.

My favorite form of meditation.

This morning, I rose early and walked upstairs to the kitchen automatically. Even though I always feel like I should sleep in during the summer — a powerful urge implanted as a teenager — I do better during the day if I have some time to myself, in silence, as soon as I wake up.

Coffee was ready. Thank you, Danny from last evening. I poured a cup of hot…

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