Something warm to hold
i started letting the kettle finish on its own instead of standing there waiting for it, and somehow those ninety seconds became the only part of the day nobody needs anything from me
Something warm to hold
Something warm to hold
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I started letting the kettle finish on its own instead of standing there waiting for it, and somehow those ninety seconds became the only part of the day nobody needs anything from me.
Ninety seconds where nothing is asked of me. It's the shortest appointment I keep and the one I'd miss most.
I used to stand there hurrying it along, as if watching it made it faster. It never did.
The pocket of quiet was there the whole time. I just had to stop trying to shorten it.
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