7:35 AM

I kissed your right cheek, and swiftly slip by your front door like your neighbors cat.
The morning air is crisp and precise like a sharpened blade glimmering in your eyes as tho to say 'beware my dear, oh please beware. Dragging my weary body from your apartment to the car... these arms felt heavy, my thoughts were too.
Being precisely one hour and forty seven minutes early to the coffee shop, the shop itself didn't seem to mind. My cup of flatwhite sat quietly on the table in its ribbed brown recycled paper cup staring right back. The up hill climb seems more forgiving then the usual morning like a slightly awkward hug with a dash of sympathy only a winter morning knows how.
Dear you, my dear - know this, my fingers are always eager to ease your shoulders and my thoughts are too.

love,

Eric