Creative Nonsense

“I’m a fairly undisciplined writer.” – Neil Gaiman

Saturday Morning

There is coffee brewing, warm and bitter and dark. The pot makes gurgling, belching, steam noises that would make any 10 year old boy giggle.

The sky is grey, but getting lighter, it’s softness shinning just so through your windows, making you wonder if, perhaps, you should just go back to sleep – try again in another couple of hours.

But there is a light breeze, and your distracted by the sight of the leaves swirling across the damp sidewalk outside, of the tree branches swaying gently in the wind.

You nestle into your blanket, fingers wrapped in a gentle embrace around your warm mug.

You sigh, content, relaxed, not thinking.

It’s Saturday morning. What are you doing today?

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