Early rise...Coarse beans,
whistling kettle, watch the clock...
Press, pour, sip…alive.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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Comments (4)
Perfect atmosphere. Nice.
This IS me, at 4am.
This feels like a familiar morning.. I can smell the coffee, the aroma coming from the French press! Your words took me to A happy morning
Ahh very good I love coffee and love my French press 😊