The warmth spreads,
Fingers curling around the chilled porcelain
Sliding upward and upward
Until the edge is reached.
A dance begins as fingers touch air,
Filmy white floating on,
Carrying with it the scent
Reaching from the air,
It blankets your soul with love.
A pause before the dawn breaks.
Contemplation for the day ahead,
Gratitude for the day behind.
A chance to sip,