I Drank the Coffee Hot

Dear Delyara, All of it. While sitting down. Without reheating. Without standing at the counter. Without getting pulled into three other tasks before I reached the last sip. That tiny uninterrupted act felt almost emotional. Because when life has become too fragmented, completeness matters in strange ways. A hot coffee from beginning to end. A full shower without interruption. A conversation finished in one sitting. A task completed. A thought held long enough to finish itself. The coffee was good. The real relief was elsewhere. It was in the wholeness of the moment.