Friday, January 11, 2008
Half a heart
Delray Beach, Florida, January 2008 [Click to embiggen]
I'm not a morning person. I need all the help I can get to transition from sleep to consciousness. A mug that fits comfortably in my hand, filled with something warm and soothing, is a critical part of my daily transition into the real world. If it's shaped just so, I can hold it for what seems like an age as I let the gentle heat soak into my fingers.
In the end, then, it isn't so much about drinking what's inside as it is about enjoying a quiet moment at the table before everyone zings off to work, school or whatever. We can't slow down time, of course. But a good mug and a kitchen full of good people can often make it seem like we can.
Your turn: Morning rituals. Please discuss.
One more thing: Please thank my aunt and uncle for patiently allowing me to macro-shoot their mugs at the breakfast table. They didn't seem to mind when I pulled out the tripod, rearranged chairs, displaced the dogs and held up breakfast. Yet another reason why I love them so.