Such a balancing act, lifting a cup that’s full to the brim.
My father often poured milk into his coffee til it nearly over-flowed. High drama when he’d lift it, ever so slowly and steadily. Sometimes he’d pour so much it would bulge above the edge of the cup. He’d lean back to admire that, then lean down to slurp a first sip without touching the cup.
This time of year reminds me of my Dad and his balancing act. Continue reading “The Balancing Act of Autumn: One Breath at a Time”