Thursday, August 22, 2013
100 Words a Day 363
The coffee cascaded out of the pot and filled the plain, white mug, splashing off the bottom before settling in a warm, brown pool. It failed to recover from being unceremoniously agitated as it was again disturbed by a breath of cool air that caused a fresh ripple across its surface. The coffee eventually settled, the only movement the aromatic steam, floating silently upwards, that the coffee released as it cooled. After an indeterminate amount of time, the coffee was hoisted into the air, its vessel upended so that it could flow down the lightless throat of the sleepy maker.