a snowy February morning
the world rising white
the crackle of the fire
rushed kisses goodbye
the remains of breakfast (and devotion)
rendering the table a piece of art…
bakery bread dipped in eggs from the farm up the road
the last of the August blues, steeped in maple and cinnamon
hot coffee, pressed and poured beside pink candlelight

(blueberry sauce recipe from: Kripalu Breakfast Savory & Sweet)