A cloud of freshly brewed coffee pins itself to the ceiling Demanding to be acknowledged The sizzle of butter in a hot pan waits For slices of eggy bread to be laid upon it Pellets of rain knock on the windows rhythmically Nature’s soothing metronome Hours stretch out Feeling instead like seconds Bodily instincts to rush urge themselves to slow down How wonderful to be alive When days like these exist - Ashleigh Catibog-Abraham