A Moment

The late afternoon rain batters the outside of the two glass doors on either side of the living room. A fireplace is situated between the sets of glass doors, and a large wood rocking chair is positioned between the fireplace and the right door. The fireplace is almost never lit, and the room is distilled in a calming indigo glow. He sits in the rocking chair with his legs spread apart, taking up the whole seat. His left foot is flat on the ground, while his right is propped up on his bare toes. His left arm is laying slack on the armrest, and the accompanying hand is is drooping down. His right elbow is pressured against it’s armrest, while the hand holds a large cup of coffee that never leaves the lips. He just sips, moving the hand back a little, swallowing, then sips again. His eyes are always looking and the slowly draining coffee, and his head never leans back to rest.

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