morning dance...

It is a dance.
A dance of cabinet doors and arms reaching.  I know it by heart.
Power button. Mug. Sweetner. Splash. Swirl. And at last, the sweet-bitter scent of coffee spilling and filling.
A quick stir, and then the first sip.  I stop to feel the hot liquid warm me through... and then I am ready to drink in the day.

I cannot decide if it is the dance, or the stillness that follows, that is sacred... but it truly may be both.