Cup of what. Wine?  Coffee?  Espresso?

No, happiness.  NEW, happiness.  Newness.  New life and experiences, stories – travel.  Like someone pressed restart on everything.  Seriously am in a drought for inward and outward vocal.  Like I’m learning to speak again, write, live, EVERYTHING.

Keep the cups coming, I write in old journal Dad gave me last Father’s Day, 2020.  Keep sipping this new sky, room, day, time, everything.  Disbelief dissolves into eagerness, and hunger.  I’ll get everything now, everything that prior blocked.

I allowed it.  More pours.  No word, I don’t think.  Couldn’t be, at least not in my tongue.