First Breakfast

At the breakfast table we gather. Rain patters on the window outside. The coffee is hot.

The cloud cover provides a feeling of comfort, one we haven’t felt during this ole drought.

The record player spins softly in the background, turning out the sounds reminiscent of a time long past. Yet it’s happening now, and I plan to live every moment of it.

Published by Nate Melugin

This is a creative outlet for me to get out the things that rattle around constantly in my mind.

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