Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

dark stains.

I dried it with the linen dish towel, taking my time to make sure every drop of water was gone from the glaze.

Then I walked out to the front porch again, carrying the mug with me, and sat down in the wicker chair as the morning light warmed my hands around the blue ceramic mug.

The coffee was warm, the morning was quiet, and the ritual was continue reading …