Morning Gifts

   

Morning Gifts

The sun is shining.

So?                                                                                                      

Well, look at it, the morning....

I'll go blind if I look at it.

I didn't mean directly. What I'm trying to say is that every morning of our lives....

Did you make coffee?

She nods. I know. But when I look out the window and see that glorious...

Where's my cup? I don't see my cup, the black one with...."

         I know. The Viking. She gets the cup, silently pours the coffee, half a cup the way he likes it, gives it to him. 

        I was just thinking, she said, that the sun is a miracle, a gift that happens....

Every damn day.

She nods. I wouldn't have said "damn."

I know. That's why I said it for you. It is a miracle...

Really? You think so?

And a blessing...

She is silent for a minute, 2 minutes. 

        He waits, doesn't even taste the coffee, let's her take it in, waits.

It's a miracle, she says again. 

        He nods. And a gift every day, freely given.

Yes, she manages to say "yes" and he turns away to drink his coffee, and so she won't know that he sees that his agreeing with the trite miracle of the sun moved her to tears--job done. 

        Pretty good coffee, he says. 

Another gift.