Coffee
Coffee
Log on to the networks I administer up north. Sip my coffee and Tia Maria and Rum Cream. Get a few things cleaned up in the databases while I adjust my altitude.
Then I wonder what life is like in a cubicle.
Linston's Zion Hill Taxi
Captain Dave
Bea took the words right out of my mouth...the morning usually consists of some type of aspirin, then some coffee and breakfast while watching the tranquil sea....ahhhhhh.
"Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver and gold" R.N.M
I get up that first morning right when the darkest night is gone and the birds begin to chirp welcoming the dawn. I don't know what makes me wake up so early, but every first morning it happens. So I light one up and sit back and watch the sky lighten and the sun come up. Then I head to the sea to go swimming and snorkeling..and just ..well, for want of a better word, frolicking in the wata. It's not water here..there is something purer about it to me..it's wata, and it heals and soothes my soul, while waking me up completely to the beginning of a new day, and I realize there is nowhere else I would rather be.