TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Appreciating Romantic Friends"

A day, beginning white and subtle with a concavity at the center of its round openness, like a fine porcelain cup. I stand here, holding it between serenity of wait and impatience of warm palms, both wrapped intimately around the coolness of its frame, curiosity softly fingering the brim. There is a scented absorption billowing in the air - touches of sweetness, within the spicy notes of a blend yet unsolved – and this sense of fluidity being poured, like pure attainableness brought to a perfect boil, onto the clustered - then, expanding brew. Soon… soon I will imbibe the shades, afloat and then infused as this balmy pliability swirled, catches diverse glows. So, briefly inhaling the inescapable perception that, tipped, it will seem nearly empty from an angle – yet, from another, auspiciously full, I raise the cup to my lips… … And the first sip of morning tastes boundless… feels good.