Suggesting Hope

Bodies crowded around. Coffee painting the morning air. Me alone in the crowd, cherishing a gift I have not begun to appreciate. My heart rises in standing ovation for this otherness that defies categorizing. Not sweetness per se. Distinct like a good strong coffee. Unique, yet still me—dawn surprising us with the consistent repetition of a completely new day.
The sun warms the chilled morning air and suggests hope from a quarter about which I did not know. In a form I could not recognize. Overooked possibility available at one's fingertips.