Coffee Bliss

Imagine living with the mountains in the backyard.

Towering, solid, stoic, lasting mounds of rock and dirt.

You wake up and there they are, catching the shadows of the clouds passing by.

Imagine staring at them, looking for signs of life, perhaps too small for my eyes to grab. My giant has no tall pine trees, no herds of deer that run about, and the springs have dried out by now. Sparse tiny bushes sprouting here and there offering no safe haven for a traveler to hide from the scorching heat and the blazing sun. Still, imagine, living with this gray mountain standing guard in the distant. Think of all what it must have withstood over the thousands of years, the wind, the sun, the snow, the elements of all  aimed to eliminate its very existence. Imagine the strength of it peering over your shoulder, as you grab your morning cup of coffee. Imagine having this loveliness.