|Cups definitely more than half full. |
Beignets and Cafe in New Orleans
There is this tremor, this
last gasp of the darkness where everything, even
the warmth leaks out. All that is left is crisp,
empty chill that tells no tales of the past
and gives the future no succor.
You might feel that it is the beginning of the end -
and yet it is all harbinger and no horror.
Just before the sky turns pink.