“This morning, with her, having coffee.” – Johnny Cash when asked for his definition of paradise.
This quote sits in a little frame on my kitchen counter right next to the Keurig. And each morning as my coffee brews, I take note of it- sometimes barely registering in my conscious train of thought, and other times taking over the entire drive shaft. You see, I’m single these days… Widowed years ago, then remarried, then divorced. Single. And although most days it’s fine.
I just. I still just never thought…this is where I would be.
And though I luxuriate in drinking my coffee alone in the still dark and quiet hours of the morning- because I do- two hands wrapped around the cup for warmth. For comfort. For closeness of some sort. That quote. I want that quote. I can’t pretend I don’t want to be June Cash for just a few minutes every morning. Beyond all logic and reason and explanation and cynicism and disappointment. I want his idea-whoever he is- of paradise to be morning coffee with me. Someday, maybe that’s how I’ll know. We’ll be barely awake. Sleepy eyes. Messy hair. Morning voice. Easy quiet. Coffee in hand. And he’ll look over at me, above the brim of the cup and say, “This right here? It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
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