The coffee is strong and bitter and helps to bring me to life.
It’s one of those mornings where all I want to do is sit quietly and contemplate what ‘it’ all means.
Such as …
When the birds sing are they truly singing? Or speaking in a complex language we simply can’t understand?
When you wish upon a star does your dream really come true?
If you think too long about the texture of cottage cheese does eating it become unappealing?
Why must bananas lose their green ripeness?
Am I the only person who can only eat them when they are perfect and without a spot?
Is anyone else thinking the same thing as me at this very moment?
If a cricket from the East Coast found its way West, would the Western Crickets make fun of it because of its accent?
Is that a grey hair I see?
Do I have time today to go to the salon and become a red-head (sans the grey)?
If I go ‘red’ will I look cheap and be taken for a floozy?
Do little hands mean anything?
When the clock ticks can you feel the time disappear?
Will you miss it?
When I say “Bibbity Bobbity Boo” why does it make me smile?
Does magic truly exist? Or is it something we choose to believe so that life isn’t dull?
Is the Winter really cold for those with no warm memories?
Why do I sing songs about nothing?
Will I touch someone’s life today?
Do you know?