On a morning like this it is only moments that keep me sane.
The moment I stretch up to the sky and the cool air hits the bottom of my lungs
The moment I pick up the newspaper from the lawn and the dew touches my fingertips
The moment I put my lips to the cup and send the hot coffee sliding down my throat
A daunting amount of moments to get through and yet
To get through I only can by breathing through all the moments.
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