The ordinary things

Initially it was a necessity, perhaps a compulsion, but now ? Now it feels a requirement.Yet I curse it. Sometimes because I genuinely harbor such ill-will towards it and sometimes because that’s what the norm is.I appreciate it, only privately though. But singing its praises would be unacceptable from a person of my position to another. How could we even fathom to like it ? That is the dictate and I its willing victim.

That rush, the tumult of energies that flow during that time of the day, the speed- always slow for such an hour, the blur of those activities come to be soothed and calmed only by this seat.Even delightfully hot morning beverages do not offer that level of calm. Perhaps the reason that I cannot decide the nature of this relationship.

Sometimes it arrives in yellow, that particular yellow, and on those other days in a dull…

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