A story from FLyLOFi
The first cup of the day
Some mornings begin with something as small as lifting your favorite cup.
That morning, light reached the window-side table before anyone else. Faye opened the window a little for the breeze and set a blue cup on the wooden table.
FUU came in with a little notebook, ready to write down the first sound of the day. Listening closely, FUU heard only tea pouring softly into the cup.
“Can I keep this sound, too?” FUU asked. Faye smiled and pulled out a chair. “Of course, if you want to remember it.”
FUU wrote one line, then lifted the cup with both hands. Warm light still rested on the windowsill, and the morning began simply.
There’s room for a little pause.