Sofa Tranquillity

The raindrops beaded and rolled down the window, pausing briefly midway through their journey to gather together on the rails.


She loved storms; the sound, the fury, the quiet times at home curled up on the couch. That’s where she was now, wrapped in the quilt her grandmother made for her aunt’s wedding. Her fingers were laced together around a cup of tea in a snow white mug, and she gazed past the steam rising up to stare into the eyes of infinity.

Her slow blinks measured time much as the terracotta pots on the front porch measured rainfall: inaccurately, but elegantly.

Eventually, the tea ceased steaming, and she drank it down to the last drop before going to bed.

Ten minutes; I choose 12.



6 Comments on “Sofa Tranquillity”

  1. LRose says:

    Makes me wish the forecast for this weekend was not dry and hot.

  2. tnkerr says:

    Most eloquent! Very nice.

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