The air is a crisp twenty degrees and the dawn is dark. The moon in the roving clouds looks like a painting. This is the perfect morning for lingering with a cup of hot chocolate and a warm muffin.
But here I am in the sterile and stark office of my day job.
In one thousand eighty-four days I will be lingering with a cup of hot chocolate and a warm muffin on a cold morning like today.
For now I’m just dreaming of the day I can retire.
Auntie B's Wax 