Monday, October 3, 2011

Sunday Morning

Sun streamed through the blinds.
Water bubbled on the stove.
Coffee steeped in the press.
Sausage sizzled and hashbrowns hissed.
Eggs scrambled in the skillet.
Plates emptied as bellies filled.
Shower felt like warm rain.
Clean, fresh clothing awaited.
Bike was packed and helmet was donned.
Pedals squeaked while leaves crunched.
Crisp wind made my cheeks rosy.
Wheels turned round and round.
Walked along while bike limped.
Enjoyed the sun twenty minutes more then normal.