It was all too early on a Sunday morning. Incessant buzzing filled the room, threading through my most pleasant dreams. I understood how the Grinch felt-eyes tightly closed and a tension in my back and shoulders. I slapped my alarm clock just enough to quiet its whining and teach it

The chill in the night gives way while a blood moon dances through the early morning clouds. Its light shines through red, yellow, and white. Delicate and magical, just the same. The smell of coffee fills my mind and a smile stretches across my face. The cayenne and cinnamon in