My First Beautiful Thing
Cold kitchen, whistling kettle: the water is ready, the ground awaits.
Now for the pour-over: watching steam rise, Chemex fill, and sparkly diamonds dance as the water settles and filters – suspends me every time.
I lift the good, heavy pot from the gleaming chrome and pour.
The warm, puddle-y sound, quiet but lifting, rising in pitch as the mug fills, is dark and swirling.
A splash of cream and voila! At this early hour,
I've done my first beautiful thing.