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12.15.03
This morning, beauty found me. And I only paid fifty cents for a mug full of excellent coffee. As I mixed the cream and sugar into my coffee, an old man begin to fill his cup with coffee. He was whistling as he did. Not ordinary whistling, though. Sweet, rich and warbling, vibrant in the timbre of birdsong. My focus resolved upon this whistling and very quickly, it was all that I was aware of. I stopped stirring and for some reason, began to blush as he whisled on. I looked at him and stared as long I felt able, giving him a quick smile as his eye caught mine. As he walked away, I listened and realized that my entire day would be framed by that moment.
This morning, beauty found me. And I only paid fifty cents for a mug full of excellent coffee. As I mixed the cream and sugar into my coffee, an old man begin to fill his cup with coffee. He was whistling as he did. Not ordinary whistling, though. Sweet, rich and warbling, vibrant in the timbre of birdsong. My focus resolved upon this whistling and very quickly, it was all that I was aware of. I stopped stirring and for some reason, began to blush as he whisled on. I looked at him and stared as long I felt able, giving him a quick smile as his eye caught mine. As he walked away, I listened and realized that my entire day would be framed by that moment.