The coffee this morning is murky.
As I sit here in this quiet place waiting for my lifelong girlfriends to join me for our weekly “over coffee” talk…I think about the morning talk show I was listening to as I dressed; about the Earth’s 24 hour spin that is our day.
Our President appears on talk shows now to deliver the real “state of the union” details. A retired ball player met with the leader of the most closed, Communist state in the world; and promptly declared him a “good guy.” Our idea of entertainment is watching the plight and unfortunateness of others.
And as I sit here, I can’t help but think about how the world has turned since we’ve been in it, the four of us, each marking at least a half century of holding on and riding the rotation of what we have made to be our existence here.
I can’t help but think about the significance of small lives like our own. And I begin to wonder just how many public toilets we’ve visited between the four of us over the years. I can’t help but think that maybe murky coffee is all that can stand up to mornings in a world so recherché.