By davidpena21 on Skatehive
My day began very early with that cup of black coffee that’s always there and never fails to appear, since in the morning coffee has a different aroma and tastes very different too. I stepped outside, and the sun was just rising, so the light filtered in timidly, almost as if asking permission, and everything seemed to be going very well, since the sky was completely clear. The steam from the coffee rises slowly, like a thought about what the whole day will be like. Every sip gives that energy so that everything goes well at that hour, starting with ideas, plans, and even the mistakes not yet made. The cup is full, untouched, just like the day that is beginning. I had another cup of coffee at noon—this is a new habit, since I feel that at that hour everything is very different and the scene shifts without asking permission. The light is no longer soft; now it falls directly, revealing the chaos of midday—stress, work, and unfinished words, attempts that came to nothing—but there’s stil