Morning coffee in the empty nest

She was wearing a white silk kimono as her soft hand slides across my shoulders as she passes me on the way to the coffee pot to get her morning cup.

We shared the paper across from each other on the kitchen table, in the cozy sun filled breakfast nook, at the "No Rush" retirement pace.

I snuck a peek over the top edge of my paper as it "crackleded." She still has a handsome face. OK, a few laugh lines, but still high cheek bones, a classic.

She saw me over her paper and gave me a "Mona Lisa" smile sweeter that the cream in my coffee. We should have a nice day together.

Dave scullin

writer

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Volume 5, Issue 21, Posted 10:17 AM, 10.15.2013