Ode to Familiar Things

The sky makes room for the sun

that toys with the edges of the mountains

pink, purple

yellow, blue

dance in the sky, day after day.

I tiptoe through the grass

Searching for the newspaper

Bold letters and NFL pictures

nestled under my arm

The same weather forecast

The same political debates.

On queue the coffee begins

its morning routine

Rumbling and grumbling,

the reality of my daily duties.

White chocolate macadamia nut creamer

fills half the cup,

the cream colored coffee

beckons me.  

The coffee mug fits perfectly

Comforting, familiar

I trace the smooth handle

as I read Dear Amy

and the chance of rain tomorrow.