A filled cup

It's filled...

I reached for a cup of coffee while reading my favorite novel. Sipped. The moment of being 'alone' on a drizzling Monday morning is soothing, perhaps a fulfillment. A time like this is rare and I must enjoy every second of it. Love is the best word to describe it.

Over time, as I got intense on reading, the coffee went cold but the novel is still on its course. A heavy rain approached and I must get up from this sitting at the frontyard; closed the book and off for a shelter.

I left my cup under the rain and took it. The coffee was ruined but I still have the cup and have it filled again. The reading goes on.